the 20 to 40 year olds to hang out on a Saturday night. It appeared to have all the right ingredients to find my potential one-nighter, and drown away the chaos of my life. Just wanted a small escape—that wasn’t so much to ask for, right?
Typically, I didn’t go out to bars looking to get laid, but my wardrobe still housed plenty of outfits—thanks to Gabby—that would pull off just the look I was going for. Sexy-slutty. Finally, after tearing through all the clothes I’d just spent hours organizing, I made my selection. Settling on a black lacy bra, a white short-sleeved zip up shirt that formed perfectly to my decent sized chest and tiny waist. The zipper ran a little past my cleavage making the bra still partially visible. The shirt stopped a few inches below my belly button, revealing my summer tanned skin. Paired with that, I threw on a pair of my dark tight fitting jeans showcasing my bubble butt and great legs. That was something I could thank New York for; I don’t think I ever worked out a single day that I was there. Simply walking everywhere was an intense work out in itself; keeping my body toned to my liking.
Finishing my look, I slipped on a white belt and a pair of my bright purple pumps—because why not—I was going out to have fun, right?—plus they added 3 inches to my 5’6 frame. After straightening my multi-toned blonde hair, I let it hang long to the middle of my back.
There was no way I was going to get drunk tonight, a good buzz—sure—but I needed to be coherent. It wasn’t as if I wanted to pretend I didn’t know what I was getting myself in to. It was important for me to
be sober enough to remember the night, and of course—say no if panic set in with my rash decisions.
Even with that plan in place, I figured calling a cab was still the best way to go. While I waited, I
switched my wallet, mascara, keys and lipstick into my black clutch then added some silver hoop
earrings. Before heading out front, I checked my reflection in the mirror and let out a snort. Good
Lord—how pathetic! My outfit screamed what my mind was thinking-you're a slut. Oh well, it would
most likely end up being a one-time thing anyway, especially when I realized casual sex wasn't all it's
cracked up to be. But at least it would be out of my system.
The cab drove into the driveway, I locked the front door and ran outside. The driver’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he caught a glimpse of my outfit, or lack of, I should say. Well, even if the night was a total failure, I could at least say the 60-something cab driver appreciated my efforts. That had to be a win on some level—right? Eventually we pulled up outside a brick building with no windows, a few random smokers loitering about and a single sign that hung over the door that read: The Underground. With a deep breath—I was ready.
“Thank you for the ride.” Slipping the driver his cash and a tip with a wink, I opened the door. He nodded, unable to say anything else.
The smokers were too immersed in their conversations to notice my entrance. The place was exactly like I imagined it would be; pool tables, dart boards, a few tables, low lighting and most importantly a nice looking bar. There only appeared to be one bartender working at the moment and everything else was pretty quiet. For a Saturday night though, nine o’clock was still pretty early— I had no doubt the place would heat up. After a quick scan of the room, I made my way to the far end of the bar and plopped myself down onto the stool.
“What can I get ya?” The bartender asked from the middle of the bar, as I took my seat.
“Rolling rock—bottle.” I answered, but continued surveying the groups of people. My eyes first wandered to the pool tables which were always a good place to start. They usually drew in the attention of male bar goers and there was always at least one testosterone battle raging on. Only a few guys mingled around them now and my New York pickiness immediately ruled them out. The only people in the booths were groups or couples and the dart boards were empty, but I didn’t let myself get disappointed. There was plenty of