My SO rags on me about how "easy" I am, an extra button unbuttoned, a little extra effort in wiping down the table, an extra moment setting down the plates = mo' money, mo' money, mo' money.I don’t really care what a waitress looks like. Strangely, I think that might make me the weirdo on here.
OTOH, when at Chez Waffle, I award bonus points every time someone calls me "hon", doesn't matter what they look like (except the occasional guy).