Our eyes will catch each other from across the bar. It'll happen just as we both raise our glasses to do shots of fine tequila with a small group of friends (no doubt both of us were the ones to convince our respective friends and waitresses to do the shots). We may smile at each other but will likely look away quickly and refocus on our friends.

Sooner or later a Doors song will come on, it might be Love me Two Times or it might be LA Woman. We'll both notice the other getting visibly excited about the DJ's selection and will proceed to order another round of shots for our friends and waitresses (this time we won't ask anyone, we'll just order straight away).

For the next hour we'll occasionally look over at each other, without saying a word to our friends. Eventually she'll get up to use the restroom and I'll follow. Only when she exits the restroom, with me standing there waiting, I'll mumble a feeble "hello" and smile ambiguously as she walks past.

After a few more drinks I'll inquire with the waitress or bartender or manager or the bar owner (all of whom are my friends) about the girl. They'll take it from there, somehow introducing us - perhaps when we each go up to the bar to do shots with the bartenders because our friends have long since stopped drinking (why couldn't they even finish the last round?! how annoying!).

I'll say, "Don't people suck?" and she'll respond with the perfect completion to my sly Seinfeld reference, "they're the worst!" And as if that was the magic code to my heart, we will look at each other, know how we both feel, sense a connection and blindly dive into the greatest love affair of our lives, from a foundation of shots, the Doors, usage of restrooms, befriending the staff at bars and Seinfeld.

It won't matter that we'll both know, from that first moment, that our great love affair will be short-lived. We will both be certain of it, yet never discuss it. The sheer joy and sense of connection will overtake whatever doubts we have. We'll intentionally injure ourselves because we'll both know life is too short to only start relationships with people who have "potential." The mantra of our fool's adventure will be "fuck potential."

Five years later, long after we've broken up, moved on with our lives, and fallen out of touch, we'll run into each other in that same bar. I'll be sitting at the bar, sipping my Macallan slowly. She'll come, sit by my side, Love Street will come on the speakers and she'll never leave me again.

But there's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of the fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows
Well every day my confusion grows