Page 75 of The Dicktionary Club

‘And I think he’s behind you.’ The girl’s eyes darted above Katy’s head. As she turned, she spotted a tall, bearded man in a leather jacket and jeans scanning the room.

‘Yip, that’s him.’ Katy turned away from the bar. ‘Dom!’ she said, as if she’d just spotted him.

A bold, cold smirk broke onto his face when he clocked her.

‘How are you, sweetheart?’ Dom leaned over and kissed her cheek. ‘Nice place this, isn’t it?’

Katy bounced her head, still glancing her date up and down. ‘Yeah, I’m good, thanks. It is nice. I’ve only been here a couple of times,’ she lied, not wanting to admit to her serial dating escapades.

‘I’ll get the drinks in then. You’ll find us a seat, yeah? What are you having?’

Katy immediately liked how direct Dom was, how he took control of the date already.

‘I’ll have a classic mojito, please.’

Dom walked up to the bar and placed the order while Katy sat in her usual seat by the door. She watched him casually, leaning against the bar, chatting to the barmaid, oozing confidence and style. His beard was a bit bushier than in his photographs on Tinder, but Katy found it weirdly attractive, as if he were a giant lumberjack who could fetch them wood in their imaginary cosy cottage of the future.

Dom returned with Katy’s cocktail and a pint of lager for himself.

‘Cheers,’ Katy said happily, tilting her glass towards his.

‘Aye, cheers!’

‘So, how are you finding the whole dating experience?’ she asked, keen to complete her questionnaire before the cocktail buzz began.

‘Aye, well. Not too bad. I have dates, you know. But I don’t know. It’s difficult, eh? I don’t have a standard type either, which makes nailing down the perfect partner a bit more difficult.’

Katy agreed, feeling a tad more insecure all of a sudden.

‘So, you don’t have a type at all?’ she asked quietly.

‘Hmmm .?.?. No. Not physically, anyway.’

‘I take it you go off connection then?’ she asked, trying to gauge her date.

‘Connection, good morals, that type of thing. Looks are influential, don’t get me wrong, but shared values are the sexiestthing on the planet for me.’

Katy enthusiastically agreed. ‘Yeah. God. Totally!’ But at the same time she was wondering exactly what his values were. Was he religious or spiritual? Did he not believe in sex before marriage? What could he possibly feel so passionately about? Katy then wondered about her own morals – or if she even had any? Were there specific things she looked for in a man other than a big dick and a handsome face? It had never crossed her mind before. She had always moulded herself to fit her dates’ expectations, and now this stranger’s words were making her wonder what type of person she actually wanted in life.

‘So, tell me about your work then, Katy?’ Dom asked, sipping his pint.

Katy sat back, feeling much less vulnerable when chatting about her career. ‘Well, I work at a marketing firm.’

‘OK.’ He continued sipping.

‘I pretty much get a client or company assigned to me, and it’s my job to find ways to boost their brand. It can be pretty fun when you have a cool thing to pitch. So, if you ever think of opening your own garage, I’ll bring the broken-down cars of Glasgow straight to you,’ Katy said, giggling. ‘I’m pitching an energy drink brand at the moment to gyms; it helps prolong workouts with natural ingredients. Do you work out?’

Dom chuckled. ‘Does it look like I work out?’

Katy scanned his broad shoulders and overall look. She couldn’t see much beyond his leather jacket. ‘I think you do,’ she replied curiously.

‘I do a lot of heavy lifting as part of my job, but I play football on weekends.’ He sipped again at his pint. ‘I’ve never been a huge lover of the gym, but I wouldn’t say no to a workout with a girl like you.’

Katy blushed, enjoying the compliment and letting his innuendo go straight over her head. ‘So, do you play for afootball team or five-a-sides?’

‘A team; it’s pretty minor leagues just now. We play for fun.’ He sat back. ‘We have a great team of guys there.’

‘Cool. That sounds fun,’ Katy replied. They both took another drink. ‘And have you been single long then?’

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