I began thinking to myself, damn God, am I being punished?
All while these unfortunate events were taking place, I kept getting the same Police Officer to investigate and take police reports. A CUTE Police Officer at that, but in this profession they are the enemy.
Well this last incident with my neighbor sparked some comic relief as the Cop and I laughed about the ridiculousness of it all. After about 20 minutes of discussing the incident, the conversation began to shift to music, movies, and travel. We began having a great conversation about places we’ve been and concerts we’ve seen. It seems like we had everything in common. From our love of Jazz music, to our introduction to horror films at a young age; everything just flowed smoothly.
It was a chemistry that I haven’t felt in a long time. And although his uniform made me wildly uncomfortable, I really enjoyed his company.
I also had to keep reminding myself that he's the good guy, and he was here to help me.
He offered me his telephone number before he left, and I reluctantly took it. For weeks I sat there staring at his number and debating whether or not to call. So many questions filled my head.
Would this be a good idea for a girl like me?
Could a cop understand my profession, on a personal level?
Could a stop being an escort to peruse a relationship with a Cop, in addition to the relationship that I already have with my partner?
I thought long and hard about these questions, and the answer I’ve come up with is:
HELL FUCKING NAWWWWWW