an impossible situation

Its just my luck
That the only woman I’ve asked out
In three years
Is 15 years younger than I am.
Embarrassing? Yes.
But she didn’t look 24.
I was hoping for late 20s
Or even more hopefully,
Early 30s.
But no, she is 24.
Of course, I should forget about her
Immediately.
But she is beautiful.
Blonde hair
And blue eyes
And a petite figure.
If she never spoke to me again
That would settle things.
But she asks me for this or that.
She probably considers me
A friend
Or a big brother
And that should be enough.
But even casual contact
Fuels the fires
of misplaced interest.
I can see the end
Already.
A thoughtless touch
Or even worse,
An attempted kiss.
It’s not that far away.
Perhaps we will work together
On a project
And spend hours together
Away from work
Where she is safe
From my advances.
She’ll ask me a question
And look up from her laptop.
Her brilliant blue eyes
Will connect with mine
And I will lose just one iota
Of discipline
And move closer to her.
She will draw back
And close her computer.
And tell me she can’t work with me.
She will walk out of the office
And out of the house
And I will say nothing.
Do nothing.
Because I have already seen this moment
Played out so many times
In my mind.