I don't like this club. No one around here seems like any fun – they're just all about the booze. I don't feel like talking to anyone. They don't even serve my favorite drink! I return from the bar, sighing on the inside; looking normal on the outside. Suddenly some guy bumps into me, stopping me momentarily.
"Oh, I'm sorry" he says.
I turn around. I see his lovely brown hair, his nice relaxed style, and those gorgeous eyes.
"No, that's okay" I answer.
I keep on walking, looking forward, but my head is now filled with this guy. Bump guy. Amazingly cute bump guy.
I was planning on leaving, but I stay for the next of the night. Watching him drink. Watching him having fun. Watching him chatting up girls. Oh, I think. Why can't he chat up me? Drink with me? Have fun with me? I can have fun. I spend tons of time in court rooms looking at open trials. I like looking at judges. That's fun, isn't it?
He's leaving now. He can barely walk straight. I giggle a little. It's kind of cute. I wonder what's his name is. It must be something cool, some cool nick name. Like bike or something. Oh. I bet he's just wonderful. I sigh, wonder, how I will find it out. But it's too late to stalk him. He has left the club. With yet another sigh, I leave too. Wondering, if I will ever see him again.
Some time later
Years have went by, many years, it feels like I've lost count of them. Still, the image of him is stuck in my head. Bump guy. Polite, cute, bump guy. I can sense there was something important about him. I'm on a quick walk passing by person after person. Soon I see a person who is not walking, but standing still, right on the street. I walk up next to him, to see what he is staring at.
I can hardly believe my eyes, but there he is. My Bump Guy. Standing opposite a really tall guy with a really short girl, and standing next to a girl who is.. ehm, extremely ugly. Really hideous. Totally.
"Who are you looking at?" the guy next to me asks, in a sad, sad, voice.
"The guy with brown hair." I answer, as if it is not obvious.
"That's Ted."
"Do you know if he's.. open for something?"
"He's married."
"Oh" I simply say, feeling my heart breaking. Of course he is married. Perfect bump guy can not not be married. "Who are you looking at?"
"The short, wonderfully cute girl. Married.. with a lawyer."
"Oh." I say, and look at him. "A lawyer?"
"Yes, and I was going to be a judge. Way better. Still she chose him."
"A.. a.. judge? I love judges." I say, gazing at him. "Have anyone ever told you that you look like Kurt Cobain?"
"Hello" he says with a smile, and I notice his gorgeous puppy eyes. "I'm Scooter."
"Scooter. That's a cool name." I answer. Way better than bike, I think to myself.