A brief note: This text is purely fictional and a product of my own imagination. I am an advocate for safe and healthy sex with clear boundaries and full consent. Also, as a longtime lurker, this is my first time writing. Please be kind!
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I twirled my glass slowly, hearing the sounds of ice clinking around in their pool of whiskey. Sitting alone at this bar, I can feel my face getting hot with anxiety and embarrassment. Why did I come here? What was I thinking? This pandemic has really salted my game- I can barely look attractive people in the eye anymore.
Okay Ivy, focus. You’re prepared, I think to myself. I glance down at my green slip dress that I paired with thin black stilettos, topped off with my classic leather jacket. Brushing my dark bangs out of my face, I see my reflection through the booze bottles in the back bar wall. I look good. It’s undeniable.