Blind date (n.s)

5

Deodorant
Razors
Hair gel
Chewing gum
Condoms!!!

I stood by the condom counter and glanced about to see if anyone was looking at me. I hadn't bought any condoms in years. I have never actually used one.

But however Alice had convinced me this morning to write them on my shopping list. I had to admit that all things standing on the small paper in my hand were undoubtably necessary.

Deodorant- so I wouldn't smell like a sweaty dog
Razors- so I wouldn't look like a homeless freak
Hair gel- so my hair would be fixed at least once in a lifetime
Chewing gums- so I wouldn't bite my nails
And condoms- so I wouldn't get unwanted pregnant again

I wasn't planning at all to go in bed with this someone I'd meet. But it wouldn't be the first time to happen...

*
The guy who was alright- but in the end just someone who I spend a night with

I walked into the bar. I've never been to such a bad looking club in my whole life.

The wallpaper was cracked from the wall. The light was dim and somehow everything in this room seemed to be awry. And the people in here were more or less scary. Some of them had tattooed arms and legs and even their heads were covered with tattoos.

A curvy woman with long hair that was coloured in red, spun around and poured beer around. A big man with a pierced nose and a waist like a barrel stood behind the bar and gave me a suspicious look as I stepped through the door.

Everything in me wanted to run away. The ambiance in here was awkward and it made me feel uncomfortable.

"Hey sweetie! Come over, warm up my lap!" A guy from a corner of the bar shouted and his friends began to laugh.

"Wanna have a drink, small boy?" The pierced man asked and leaned far over the shelf to better look at me.

"Lemme buy him a drink!" Some prick yelled.

Was this the court of hell?

"Shut your god damn mouth, John", a tall guy with caramel-coloured skin, deep brown hair and a defined six pack made his way to where I was standing.

"Niall, right?" He asked and held out his hand. "I'm Leroy. Nice to meet you"

I shock his hand and smiled slightly. "Hi, nice to meet you too"

"Let's go, sit down, yeah?"

I let Leroy lead me to a small table near the only window that was covered with a black curtain.

"I'm sorry for the guys making you feel uncomfortable" Leroy said. "Some of them are really idiotic, you shouldn't mind them. But some are really good guys if you get to know them better."

I shrugged. "Whatever"

"I like your hair. It's nice!", Leroy reached forward and twirled one of my brown strands of hair around his finger.

"Thank you. I like your tattoos by the way." I grinned and ran my fingertips over his forearms, that were covered with several drawings, mostly of symbols.

"Yeah?", He chuckled, "I wasn't quite sure 'bout this one."

He pointed on one of his tattoos which was an eye.

"I think it's so cool"

Leroy smirked at me. I don't know why I got shy because of this but I started to look down on my lap.

"Uhm, in your e-mails you said you play golf. I was wondering how you play it. I'm literally obsessed with sports and I love trying new sports. But I've never tried playing golf, so..."