| Alright, guys. As you’ve surely realized by now, no one actually scores at Scores. Perhaps your Andrew Jacksons would be put to better use by buying cocktails at regular bars for women who aren’t named Glitter or accompanied by snarling bouncers. Besides, listening to a woman blather on about her pet Chihuahua for an hour is a small price to pay compared to the champagne room. |
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Indie Girl: Big Cheech is a canoodle-friendly spot that’s made for a bohemian hipster woman, but strong enough for a man. (19-21 1st Ave.; 212.420.4900) |
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Brainy Girl: Blue Owl’s one of the city’s best singles scenes, largely because it draws brainy publishing types from the nearby Union Square area. (Don’t mention that Tommy Lee’s autobiography is your favorite book.) (196 2nd Ave.; 212.505.2583) |
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Hopeless Romantic: Looking to settle down? Head over to Vino Vino, crash a ladies’ night out, and interrupt an “all men are jerks” conversation by sending over the right bottle of wine. (211 W. Broadway; 212.925.8510) |
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Sporty Girl: Guys looking to meet jockettes who understand Sundays are sacred—at least during the football season—should roll into Bounce for some uptown girls. (1403 2nd Ave.; 212.535.2183) |
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Bad Girl: There’s one library in town where the girls behind the counter may not be the kind you’d bring home to Mom, and it’s The Library. (7 Ave. A;
212.375.1352) |
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Drunken Bachelorette: At Encore, bringing home a drunken bridesmaid is like shooting fish in a keg. The worse they sing, the more ready they are. And gentlemen, please don’t forget to send that special girl home with a hearty brunch; Long Island’s quite a hike. (757 6th Ave.; 212.414.4696) |
