Nothing too major, just some grumping I'm not especially serious about. I don't especially need advice, just a moment's comiseration at the occasional perverseness of mama universe.
There's a waitress at a local restaurant that I'm finding atypically attractive. Well beyond the typical male lust for the average hottie, I mean. I know almost nothing about her. She seems very pleasant, she has intelligent eyes, and she's very competent at her job, over and above the universally high competence of that restaurant's staff. She has the cutest jawline I can coherently think about, among many other pretty attributes.
My instincts say that she may genuinely find my presence (at least as a customer) pleasant, meaning that I don't think she's just sucking up for tips. I've tried not to be in any way oppressive about it (no ogling, at least not openly), but I'm pretty sure she's picked up that I find her presence welcome.
I'd simply love to find out if I'm her "type", preferably over a nice comfortable courtship.
So of course she's wearing an engagement ring. [scratching phonograph needle]
There are two ways that I can interpret that: a) she's genuinely engaged, b) she wears it on the job to keep from getting hit on. Either way, while she wears that ring, and until and unless she makes the first move, she's totally inaccessible to me. It's a pain to be a generally honorable man sometimes, but there it is and that's that.
And in six weeks, I'm moving out of town for my work. New office, minor promotion and improvement in my contract, looking at buying a house, etc.
They say you can't have it all. I say in mock seriousness: "Just why the heck not?"
So my friends, hoist your glass to Mama Fate: the joke, along with the virtual round, is on me.