Loren Holder was a new server at my favorite restaurant — a small hole-in-the-wall Mexican place called Cabo Cantina. I was a regular, so we found ourselves on a first name basis after she had been working there for only a couple of months.

She was intimidatingly beautiful, in addition to being unusually poised, and energetic. In fact on more than one occasion I stuttered while placing my order. I couldn’t think straight, let…