I live in a very small town. A few months ago we got a new cop (that makes about 6 total I think - I dunno). I have always had this thing with cops and the way their uniforms fit their butts so tight and how they have a certain arrogance and cockiness (hee hee - she said cockiness) about them, but this guy is hotter than the average cop.
I half serious/half joking tell people that I am going to speed past him so he will pull me over and I can meet him. I didn’t have to risk a ticket, I met him today without even driving my car.
I got up this morning and saw that I needed to go to the store. I felt a little lazy so I just pulled my hair into a ponytail, didn’t put on any make up, and pulled on my worn out B.U.M. overalls and old running shoes. I looked quite lovely - NOT!
After shopping, me and my son put the gorceries in the car and headed back into the store for ice cream (for him) and a Chai Tea Latte (for me - YUM). About halfway into the store I get a sick feeling when I realize I left the car keys on the front seat. A friend of mine works at the store so he called the cops to help me get into my car. Within a few minutes, Mr. Hot Cop (who I now know has a very friendly personality and no wedding ring) pulls next to my car. GAWD, not only do I look like death warmed over, I also look like a dipshit who locked her keys in the car.
IT F***ING FIGURES!
Please tell me I am not the only one things like this happens to. In fact, those who have been here for a while may remember the same thing happened to me a few months ago but with a friend I had not seen for a long time.
You turn me on. But maybe it’s because I just spent 20 years in the jungle, getting it on with anything I could attract with a piece of fruit.
I have a husband. But there’s this guy I’ve had a minor crush on for about 5 years now. No, I wouldn’t do anything with him, ever. he’s married with kids too. But he just makes my heart go pitty-pat, you know? Oh yeah, this guy happens to be a cop, too.
Anyway, I see this guy every Monday. We bowl on the same league. Well, I just so happened to run in to him on last week Saturday, at Borders. I was there mostly to take a break from my two nutty children, just for an hour or so. Went there right after cleaning the house. No makeup, a little sweaty, and I’m sure my shirt had baby puke on it. I was holding a pagan book for myself, a guitar mag for the husband, and a Dr. Seuss for my oldest kid–Oh, The Thinks You Can Think.
Out of nowhere, I hear this voice–“That’s a good book, but for real excitement, I reccommend Go Dog Go.” I turn around, and he’s standing right behind me. I just laughed, and said “Tim’s already read that one. We need something new.” BTW, Tim is my husband. Sexy Cop Guy, who knows my husband, thought that was pretty funny.
It turned out to not be a bad encounter, but I just know I looked so totally crappy, and probably smelled kinda funny too.
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I’ve done the “don’t bother to shave over the weekend” thing before. Funny how that’s always when I meet the interesting women out in public.
But to really fit in with the OP…
Back in high school I met this girl - beautiful! Major crush city. She moved away shortly thereafter, but somehow we became pen pals. Corresponded for about 5 years into college, and I attempted a couple major trips to see her - with pathetic results. Let’s just say my trip planning skills need work.
After a particularly disasterous attempt, we fell out of touch. A year or so goes by. One day I’m home for christmas break. Drove in the day before (all day drive), up late, slept in. Then getting up late, I get drafted to run my sister to the store for some shopping. I haven’t shaved in 2 days, didn’t shower the night before or that day, just threw on clothes, made sure my hair wasn’t sticking up, and headed out.
So of course when I’m standing in the store waiting on my sister, I spot this girl I haven’t seen in a year or so. Amazingly she was in town visiting another old friend (and didn’t bother to look me up - what does that say?). Of all the luck I look like death warmed over and run into her again. Sigh And still wasn’t over her.
I feel your pain. I hope your results are better than mine.
I know just how you feel. The last nurse I proposed to flipped me over and jabbed a needle the size of a phone pole into my arse. I think the docs must have messed up my hair while I was in surgery . . .
Which is to say – relax. Any fella who can’t love you in the morning, when the fancy paint job has worn off, isn’t worth having around in the first place.
Dr. Watson
“Beauty is momentary in the mind –
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.” – Wallace Stevens
