I know I said I would STAY AWAY from policemen.
My ex-husband was a police officer, after all, and look how that turned out.
It’s not that I dislike policemen.
Not at all.
I admire the work that they do – keeping the peace and maintaining law in society.
Every day, they see people having the WORST day of their lives, which can’t be easy.
You couldn’t pay me enough money to do what they do.
Thank you, I’ll keep on planning events and balancing the budget.
Which is why I’m shocked that I like Chad.
Chad is a DOUBLE WHAMMY.
He’s a cop and was in the military.
The Air Force to be exact.
Actually, he was a policeman in the Air Force.
I find this combination of careers oddly fascinating.
Lord knows I have loved me some military men in the past (you know who you are).
And I do know some very upstanding police officers (Hi Jon).
But usually, I hear the word “police” and I run the other way.
This time around, none of my warning bells were going off.
Chad sent me a picture of himself, which looked oddly familiar.
A man, dressed in blue, with a navy ball cap on. . .
Looks like an academy photo, smells like an academy photo, MUST BE AN ACADEMY PHOTO.
I freaked out (a little) and said, “You’re not a cop.”
He replied with the EYES WIDE OPEN emoticon.
Shit! Shit! Shit!