She is standing at the bar. Arm confident on her hip, like a queen. The music rumbles through the bar and cheers the audience on; the dancers move their bodies rhythmically to the beat.

I'm standing against the wall on the other side of the bar , surrounded by a flock of friends who are so busy chatting about that one absent friend, they are not aware that I am not saying a word. Giggling, they shout gossips at each other louder than music. She looks around the room cocky, as if she actually has better things to do and was only socially obliged to take some time out to linger through the sweating crowd. I look at her and closely follow even the slightest movement she makes.

In the car I had suddenly freaked out after a remark she made carelessly. After my raging monologue, she claimed that I saw things that are not there. I reproached her that she was indifferent. She only saw facts, I just emotions. A slamming car door and a threat to walk all the way back home followed. She sat in the car, dark and in silence. I snapped that she "acted like a toddler that would pout and disappear into a corner with her teddy covered in drool every time."

"Fine," I would nod with increasing comprehension, as a discussion welled up. Actually I wanted to penetrate her with my eyes, that in fact it was far from fine at such a moments. My mother had often told me that I should give girls like her the impression that they are "free as a bird"  in the relationship. Nothing - and above all not me - should stand in their way. "Because if you give them a no, somewhere else there would be a willing woman who would give her a yes," My mother said then.

She sips from her beer, gets her iPhone from her pocket and smoothly slides aimlessly across the screen with her fingers. A girl in a short glitter dress now stands next to her and stretches her body graciously against a bar stool. Her appearance screams like a disco ball and fills the room with flickering. The girl has a summery cocktail in her hand, with too much ice, like she is plucked straight from a lifestyle magazine. She makes her feline eyes wide and looks at her. She sensually pouts her lips. When she looks up from her screen, the girl tilts her head to one side and slowly begins to talk to her. 'I am beautiful, look at me!' Signal her mascara eyes. "I'm seducing you , I want you" her smile tells. She thrives on this attention. Since high school it has become normal that girls fall for her. She looks down at her small, pointed face. That is an invitation: the girl is getting closer. She can no longer ignore her sweet perfume.

Meanwhile, I still hold my eyes fixed on her from the other side of the pub, The jealousy grabs me by the throat and makes me drunk. I would like to pierce her with my angry eyes. I can guess how they are flirting with each other. I can read their minds. She: "She is everything I need tonight. Unknown. Exciting. No strings".  The girl: "she is all I need tonight. Unknown. Exciting. No strings. "

The DJ blasts a new tune. The words of the intro are loudly chanted on the dance floor. I don't hear  anything but look at it all happen in the distance.

The girl has gracefully stripped down her glittery dress. She sits on the bed, in one smooth motion takes her shirt off, and looks at the girl with a tense look. She takes her hand and they lay down on bed. The girl curls her body against her. The girl eagerly glides her hand down her back. Greedy she kisses her lips and massages her breasts. The girls fingers disappear into her thong.

The climax breaks loose. A hand is raised, A cry unloads.

The bar goes wild. I am startled from my thoughts. Violently shaking the bodies move on the compelling Tunes. I see how she turns her back on the girl with the glitter dress and leaves the bar. She looks straight at me, nods, and through the crowd walks towards me.