Our meeting was not one out of a fairytale. It was an ordinary day under ordinary circumstances. Met at a bar Ordered the same drink and had a very stimulating conversation about our lives. 10 drinks later, we were stammering to a cab, stumbling to my apartment door, and settling on my unkempt bed for drunk, sloppy sex. Three weeks -and countless beers later- we were established in a relationship… or so I thought. One day, I decided to take lunch at noon instead of three. Walked by a fancy restaurant, clear frontal, bright interior, but spotlight was on him. There he was with some other woman and jealousy crept into my heart. If only he looked at me the way he looked at her. If only he smiled at me the way he smiled at her. I stood there for a few minutes waiting. And it happened. They both leaned in and their lips connected in a way ours didn’t. And during that kiss, he looked my way threw up his middle finger and returned to his face-plant.