Officer
So, the new guy from the bar last weekend is a police officer. Did I mention that? Well, Mr. Officer really cannot seem to get enough of me. He's a little over the top. And by a little, I mean a lot.
Here is a sampling of texts I've received from him in the past seven days:
"Yeah I have nothing better to do but text girls! Oh yea, forgot I only wanted to text ONE girl. YOU."
"I got no problem working for it! All I asked for was a shot!"
"Sweet dreams, I am looking forward to a date and glad I got to meet you."
"Have a great day beautiful!"
"Just wanted to say hi, thinking of you!"
"Remember that girl from the bar the other day? She got a tattoo of me cause I am her hero."
"Well, this big deal is off to the grocery store! I am looking forward to taking you out and workin' my game in person."
"Listen Woman! I don't have a lot of time, hockey is on and so are the Yankees so slow your roll down there! I know it's hard to focus, you will see me soon enough."
"Have fun! Don't be afraid to tell me how we will rock!"
"Enjoy, sweet dreams. Wish I was able to see you sooner than later."
"You and me some drinks the smell of the fire and my mix tape. I might get the courage to lean in for a kiss. HA."
"I'm so ready to buy you dinner."
"Baby I have to deal with SO much stuff right now! Don't know how late you are up but want you to know that I am thinking about you and am glad that i met you."
"Morning baby! Hope you get to rock that smile in the sun! "
"Wish I was your pool boy delivering you drinks..."
"I am 209lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal! Come on girl you know you laughed a little!"
I would type all of my responses but I don't have time for that and frankly, I don't respond to each text. I am NOT encouraging these types of texts though, let me assure you.
What can we learn from his texts thus far?
-He called me "woman". Something that, if you really know me, you will NEVER, EVER, EVER do. Nor would you refer to any other woman as "woman."
-He is a Yankees fan. (bleh.)
-He has started calling me "baby". I am, in no way shape or form, "baby". I know some people use it as a term of endearment and the first time someone EVER called me "babe" I was a little flattered, (I was also a junior in high school, so...) but I don't "do" terms of endearment so much. I have a name... use it.
Here is a sampling of texts I've received from him in the past seven days:
"Yeah I have nothing better to do but text girls! Oh yea, forgot I only wanted to text ONE girl. YOU."
"I got no problem working for it! All I asked for was a shot!"
"Sweet dreams, I am looking forward to a date and glad I got to meet you."
"Have a great day beautiful!"
"Just wanted to say hi, thinking of you!"
"Remember that girl from the bar the other day? She got a tattoo of me cause I am her hero."
"Well, this big deal is off to the grocery store! I am looking forward to taking you out and workin' my game in person."
"Listen Woman! I don't have a lot of time, hockey is on and so are the Yankees so slow your roll down there! I know it's hard to focus, you will see me soon enough."
"Have fun! Don't be afraid to tell me how we will rock!"
"Enjoy, sweet dreams. Wish I was able to see you sooner than later."
"You and me some drinks the smell of the fire and my mix tape. I might get the courage to lean in for a kiss. HA."
"I'm so ready to buy you dinner."
"Baby I have to deal with SO much stuff right now! Don't know how late you are up but want you to know that I am thinking about you and am glad that i met you."
"Morning baby! Hope you get to rock that smile in the sun! "
"Wish I was your pool boy delivering you drinks..."
"I am 209lbs of twisted steel and sex appeal! Come on girl you know you laughed a little!"
I would type all of my responses but I don't have time for that and frankly, I don't respond to each text. I am NOT encouraging these types of texts though, let me assure you.
What can we learn from his texts thus far?
-He called me "woman". Something that, if you really know me, you will NEVER, EVER, EVER do. Nor would you refer to any other woman as "woman."
-He is a Yankees fan. (bleh.)
-He has started calling me "baby". I am, in no way shape or form, "baby". I know some people use it as a term of endearment and the first time someone EVER called me "babe" I was a little flattered, (I was also a junior in high school, so...) but I don't "do" terms of endearment so much. I have a name... use it.
Labels: dating
posted by P in VT at 1:32 PM
3 Comments:
Here's what I've learned:
He's stalking you. (Well, actually, if you're interested, then I suppose it's just some form of clumsy courtship. Good God, those texts are boorish.)
He's got a badge and a sidearm: half the power of God.
Please be...cautious.
um, he said his weight and referred to himself as steel. he is so over the top it is bizarre. my guess? he is overcompensating for a tiny d***
At least he txt you back and doesn't play Bridge when he COULD BE hanging out with an attractive blonde. I think our lesson learned here is to drop that bar like its HOT (even though we clearly know the only reason it's hot is because we go there)!
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