I went to a concert last night with a friend and it ended earlier than expected. Buzzed from the delicious (and expensive) mixed drinks, and underwhelmed from the performers, I agreed to meet a new guy for the first time for a nightcap. Besides, I looked amazing and the more people who saw me the better.
When I arrived at the bar, I gave myself a pep talk before going in. “One drink max, make sure he has condoms, and don’t be a stupid slut” I muttered, drawing glances from the people smoking outside. I gave them a small, innocent smile and turned away, walking to the entrance. In hindsight, the way I lie to myself about how I’ll make good decisions really is an issue. But it was 1am, I was wearing my favorite boots and I was ready for fun.
The bar wasn’t very crowded so I spotted him right away towards the back. Blonde, bearded, and looking relaxed in a pair of jeans and a red hoodie. After a quick look up and down I decided he looked like his pictures and called his name. “Hey, Jake right?” He looked up, instantly breaking into a smile. “Yeah. Justine?” I nodded, then sat next to him at the bar, turning to face him. ‘Here we go’, I thought.