Crawfish and a Cop

I was dating a cop, we hit it off pretty well. Enjoyed spending time together, she looked like a young Selma Hayek or Penelope Cruz, pretty woman and we met at a Christmas Party. She invited me to a crawfish boil and had a bunch of other officers there with their wives, they had been cooking and drinking since noon. I got there around 7 pm. By 10 she was a slush, telling everyone she loved me, took off a ring she made and put it on my finger like a wedding band. It was sweet and funny at the same time. Always and ego boost to be desired by someone attractive. By midnight, she started confessing how she was sleeping with one of her coworkers…oops. She passed out and I was tipsy so I stayed to clean up because all her friends left her place a mess and she had to be up at 8am to go to work; I did the dishes, cleaned out the trash, drug the old dead Christmas tree, swept her floor then left. We were supposed to go on a trip together, and she invited a third wheel to tag along without askng me until after the fact which I thought was weird, so I just canceled the trip. After that we never spoke again. Then I found out the third wheel was – the owner of a gym we are mutual friends with she posted pics of herself on a Miami trip at the same time as ours with the caption: ” On vacation with no agenda.” Think that was a subtle hint? I think she was a bit jealous. I guess she knows I also date women now..lol… Life! After her I stopped dating and pretty much live the life of a monk with the company of my pets. I am beginning to like animals more than humans. They are nicer and more loyal.

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