He’ll say “I’m Ben. Ben from that bar stool over there.”
He’ll point to a stool with his LL Bean jacket draped over it.
“What is it, Ben?” ask him.
Ben will say, “I just noticed that you’ve been here for at least four hours, and you’ve turned away every man who approached you with romantic intent. I just want to say that you’re not going to turn me away.”
Chuckle derisively. “And why’s that Ben?” ask him.
Ben won’t say a word. You’ll look into his eyes and you’ll do a double-take.
“Holy shit,” you’ll say.
“Yup,” Ben From That Bar Stool Over There will say. “Looks like this is it.”
Neither of you will speak for a moment. You’ll both be too busy experiencing the special moment when two people realize that their whole lives have been leading up to this point in time, when they meet in a bar, exchange a glance, and discover that they were meant to spend the rest of their lives together.
“Good God,” say. “So it’s you and me?”
Ben From That Bar Stool Over There will shrug. “No idea why or how, but feel this.”
Ben will kiss you. His kiss will feel familiar and impossible all at once.
“I’m gonna grab my stuff from that bar stool over there.”
Ben will get his jacket and, now you’ll see, a bicycle helmet that he had strapped to the leg of the stool.
“Oh good God,” you’ll say as you watch Ben From That Bar Stool Over There return to your side, stunned that you’re about to welcome him completely and with utter abandon into your heart.
Happy Ben From That Bar Stool Over There Day!