July 10, 2016:
Young male server covets my date.
He's twentyish, blonde, gym-toned, not the brightest bulb in the room. Overhears our conversation, wants to join in, making steady eye contact with her, barely acknowledging me.
She's twentyish, auburn-haired, volleyball-toned, nearly always the brightest bulb in any room. She's so polite that she encourages him to sit with us.
I have a different opinion. He's nice but he's dumb, and he's opinionatedly in favor of exactly the touchy subject we're nimbly rejecting. It won't go well. I'm thankful that he returns to work, still making steady eye contact, not with me, entirely with her.