Occasionally I would get semi-exotic; if you're in a place that puts the little onions in your martini instead of olives, you're probably south of the Mason-Dixon line and the martinis will suck, so you order a whisky sour. If it's cold outside and you can't access a good single malt, Jack Daniels and apple cider will warm you right up.
The two 'girliest' drinks I would ever admit any affinity for whatsoever were particularly pleasant for very hot days at the beach and they were simply Malibu rum and pineapple juice (tastes like suntan lotion smells) or Blueberry Schnapps in lemonade (don't knock it 'til you've tried it.)
A good top shelf tequila and mixing by hand, not relying on margarita mix, then serving it rocks (not slurpee-style) in a highball glass makes a very decent beverage that is not froufrou at all. Salt optional. Cuervo Gold at a minimum, Patron if you’re feeling flush.
No, we order an old fashioned.
“....but I never stood the attraction of fru fru drinks like the margarita.”
I hear ‘ya brother.
Retired drinker myself - but to me a real drink was Jim Beam over ice in a tall glass.