Realization

Recently I realized something. Not only am I the only black person at the service desk, but I am the only single person at the desk, and I am the only guy at the desk. I don't have a problem with two of the three, but it sucks being single up there. Four out of the six are married, and the other two are engaged. I mean is this a family oriented service desk or what. I feel like the black sheep, or a defect in the perfect item. Not that I haven't tried to be with anyone. I was interested in one of my co-workers at the desk. I actually/finally mustered up enough courage to ask her out, but I was too late. I found out that one of our co-workers (now former co-worker) had already beat me to the punch. This is alright though, because I think he is a better person, a better man than I am. I think he is meant to be with her, and he makes her happy. As long as she is happy, I am happy for her. I guess that's all that matters right. Someday...I guess.