tenth person

The author has something to say: The first time I wrote a Merlin article, it was written in 2015...?

"Oh this one is a little better, you see at least we can find his waist." Will muttered, Merlin glanced at it and suppressed a sneer: "A waist? You call that a waist? Why do you want to see a decent waist? Why choose one Such an old bar? How did you find this? You know we're the only two under 40 here, man?"

As he said, there are no young people in the whole bar, and even the bartender is a hale and hearty old man who always looks at them with appraising eyes.

"Isn't that under 40 years old?" The corner of Will's eyes pointed to the man who was a few seats away. Although he looked under forty, the sparse top of his head and the corner of his mouth that was desperately drooping to touch the floor made this man 20 years older. .

"Yeah, he's probably going to die of a heart attack right away if I'm going to strike up a conversation, there's no age issue." Merlin lowered his voice, and his friend burst out laughing.

The bar door slammed again, and the two of them looked over together, then turned back disappointed, "It's the ninth one." Will muttered, "Why did I choose this bar?"

"Because you think the name is cool, there will be cool people in it," Merlin reminded him.

"It's cool!" Will protested, before sighing again, "Well, maybe not that cool, but it's...so what? The feeling of history! You like this kind of thing, don't you?"

Merlin took a sip of the beer and shrugged, he really liked it, and the beer here tasted good, if it weren't for the fact that he made up his mind to come out to "hunt for sex" tonight, he might enjoy it here, there is something that young people these days will never I like the thick feeling, and those who come to drink are older people, dim and nostalgic-but it is not so retro, so young people don't like it, old people taste it.

Merlin sighed heavily.

"Hey, come on, maybe the next one that comes in will be younger!" Will was the activist, and he dragged Merlin out of the den claiming to have some fun for him.

"I bet the next one will be, like their predecessors," Merlin smiled, "I'll leave after drinking this, let's forget about tonight."

"Let's bet." Will raised his head, "I'm really fed up with your pessimistic attitude towards life Merlin! Do the math! When was the last time you had sex with someone? Huh? Two years? Three years?"

Merlin bit his lip, not that no one liked him in the past four years, but Merlin couldn't really get involved in the process of trying to develop, trusting someone, sharing his deepest The secret of the place - Merlin believes that honesty is an integral part of a relationship, but apparently many people disagree, everyone shows the best part of themselves at the beginning, and then gradually reveals the truth.

Merlin thought he couldn't have a real relationship with someone like himself, who would accept a "freak" like him?He held his chin and stared at the beer glass in his hand, and the little bubbles bubbled up. He was not pessimistic, but realistic. To meet someone who can accept everything about you is a luxury beyond bounds.

"That's enough, Merlin, if the next one is a young man, you have to strike up a conversation! It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman! You can do it anyway." Will finished his drink in one gulp and declared, Merlin sneered: "You don't care that much Another person's rights - maybe that's a young man but what about homophobia?"

"You don't have to worry about that, it's as if you can definitely get people into bed, the success rate is another matter, don't fool me." Will narrowed his eyes, "Are you going to do it? Hmm?"

Merlin glared at him, and after a while, "You madman." He nodded, anyway, he really needs to relax, doesn't he, it's no big deal to strike up a conversation, and there will be some serious consequences, "Okay, if the next One is still an old man, so we'll go back." In fact, he thought that the latter one might be bigger, so let's look at the first nine.

"Deal!" Will didn't refill his glass after finishing the glass, staring at the door intently.

Ding, the bell at the door rang, and the tenth guest walked in.