So say you're sitting in a bar. It's one of those new bars downtown, on top of an office building and the entire city can be seen below. You're meeting some friends for drinks. You've just had a glass of Jameson's on the rocks, and you didn't realize, a month ago, how much you'd really enjoy it and you're thinking to yourself, "This might be my new drink of choice." You're thinking about that resolution you'd made back in January, about not getting so drunk you'd black out anymore, and you're thinking about the nice whiskey buzz that's going on and it makes you feel okay with only having one tonight. You know there's someone here that might be interested in you as he's made a few small moves here and there. You know you don't really like him, but what the hell, you needed the ego boost, right? And he's nice. Very... nice.

And then walks in this guy. Who doesn't have those movie star good looks that you so desperately desire, but he's got a great smile. You wonder who he is,  You wonder if he'll sit near you. Turns out, he's come with that other guy, but you've since completely forgotten about him. Your conversations with other people somehow segue into each other and you're finally talking face to face. He was an English major, just like you, and an aspiring writer. When he makes nerdy references to English Literature, you can barely keep up and you enjoy it. You both enjoy live music and a certain obscure musician. You both enjoy talking about books. He's got a beard and he's wearing a T-shirt under his blazer (a telltale sign of a hipster, but that's okay because he's got that sweet smile).  You might be perfect for each other!

And then he tells you he's moving to New York in the fall.

...

Yeah, you exchange names, numbers and email adresses, but really... Is there any use? It would be lovely to make him your lover for a few months, but you know that's not the way you work. You wonder if you should even wonder if it'll end up going anywhere or if he'll send the first message. But you're probably both thinking the same thing, "Don't want to start anything new. Moving in the fall. Bleugh."

So you tell yourself, "He's probably a jerk anyway." And you move on to the next guy.

 *I wrote this a year ago on my vox, but loved it so much, I'm posting it again here.*