Snobbish-looking, yuppie, pierced, and with an office ID hanging around his neck. Probably just came out of the office and wasting time off before heading home, so I thought.
He went around the crowd, said hi to a few guys and bantered with some more. Another guy, obviously into him, monopolized him for a while. Probably a habitué, so I guessed.
He asked for a cocktail and beer that he drank alternately. Fascinating and a bit weird, so I mused.
I went back to nurse my beer.
Then for reasons I could not remember, probably the increasing crowd, he was right there standing right beside me – still looking aloof, still dressed like a yuppie, still with that ID around his neck, still with a glass of cocktail and a bottle of beer in his hands, pierced and (I noticed) tattooed.
And we talked.
He was not a snob. He was just on his way to work. He only knew the guys by their faces. He had only been there a couple of times. The other guy had been stalking him for two hours already, and yeah, his drinks combo was a bit weird but it somehow kept him from getting sloshed.
So much for probabilities.
We talked, got closer, talked, held hands, talked, got closer and ….
"What's the point of being in a relationship if you can't be physically together?"
So much for possibilities.
Though I don't want to think about it anymore, I sometimes do wonder if I got it wrong. Again.