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American women have been the same in regards to drinks for a long time now.

Here is Richard Feynmen's experience with American women back in the 1930's-1940's.

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"OK," he says. "The whole principle is this: The guy wants to be a
gentleman. He doesn't want to be thought of as impolite, crude, or
especially a cheapskate. As long as the girl knows the guy's motives so
well, it's easy to steer him in the direction she wants him to go.
"Therefore," he continued, "under no circumstances be a gentleman! You
must disrespect the girls. Furthermore, the very first rule is, don't buy a
girl anything -- not even a package of cigarettes -- until you've asked her
if she'll sleep with you, and you're convinced that she will, and that she's
not lying."
"Uh... you mean... you don't... uh... you just ask them?"
"OK," he says, "I know this is your first lesson, and it may be hard
for you to be so blunt. So you might buy her one thing -- just one little
something -- before you ask. But on the other hand, it will only make it
more difficult."
Well, someone only has to give me the principle, and I get the idea.
All during the next day I built up my psychology differently: I adopted the
attitude that those bar girls are all bitches, that they aren't worth
anything, and all they're in there for is to get you to buy them a drink,
and they're not going to give you a goddamn thing; I'm not going to be a
gentleman to such worthless bitches, and so on. I learned it till it was
automatic.

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I stop suddenly and I say to her, "You... are worse than a WHORE!"
"Whaddya mean?"
'"You got me to buy these sandwiches, and what am I going to get for
it? Nothing!"
"Well, you cheapskate!" she says. "If that's the way you feel, I'll pay
you back for the sandwiches!"
I called her bluff: "Pay me back, then."
She was astonished. She reached into her pocketbook, took out the
little bit of money that she had and gave it to me. I took my sandwich and
coffee and went off.
After I was through eating, I went back to the bar to report to the
master. I explained everything, and told him I was sorry that I flunked, but
I tried to recover.
He said very calmly, "It's OK, Dick; it's all right. Since you ended up
not buying her anything, she's gonna sleep with you tonight."
"What?"
"That's right," he said confidently; "she's gonna sleep with you. I
know that."
"But she isn't even here! She's at her place with the lieu --"
"It's all right."
Two o'clock comes around, the bar closes, and Ann hasn't appeared. I
ask the master and his wife if I can come over to their place again. They
say sure.
Just as we're coming out of the bar, here comes Ann, running across
Route 66 toward me. She puts her arm in mine, and says, "Come on, let's go
over to my place."
The master was right. So the lesson was terrific!
When I was back at Cornell in the fall, I was dancing with the sister
of a grad student, who was visiting from Virginia. She was very nice, and
suddenly I got this idea: "Let's go to a bar and have a drink," I said.
On the way to the bar I was working up nerve to try the master's lesson
on an ordinary girl. After all, you don't feel so bad disrespecting a bar
girl who's trying to get you to buy her drinks -- but a nice, ordinary,
Southern girl?
We went into the bar, and before I sat down, I said, "Listen, before I
buy you a drink, I want to know one thing: Will you sleep with me tonight?"
"Yes."
So it worked even with an ordinary girl! But no matter how effective
the lesson was, I never really used it after that. I didn't enjoy doing it
that way. But it was interesting to know that things worked much differently
from how I was brought up.