You know the drill. A guy walks into a bar and orders a neat whiskey. His date asks for a lychee martini. The bartender nods, pours, and slides the drinks across the counter. No one says anything, but the choreography is familiar. Whisky is strong. Masculine. Serious. The martini? Sweet, floral, and, let us be honest, feminine. I have seen this play out hundreds of times. Once, a man ordered a frozen strawberry daiquiri, then immediately clarified, “It’s for my girlfriend.” S