The First Policeman I Dated...
So, let's take a trip to the way back machine and shine a light on this...
1996, Miss Bethie was a younger, more idealistic teacher--which is difficult to imagine, but true nonetheless. She was teaching in the 'hood and we had just had a fatal shooting in the building--gang related. As a result, we had 2 police officers in the building besides the regular security we had patrolling the building. One of the officers was about my age and cute. As the youngest teacher by far, and one of the few caucasians, he would flirt with Miss Bethie, and having recently ended things with her fiance, She was receptive. They went out in November on a date. It was okay. He was a little too macho and egotistical for her tastes, but she does have that second date rule, so she didn't rule him out. A week or 2 later they had another date, and it wasn't any better.
(End of third person-speak here--I am annoying myself!)
Walking to my room one day, I was escorted by one of the assistant principals, who had taken me under his wing. He was an older southern gentleman with a long soft drawl when he spoke. He had a few health issues, so often I would carry his briefcase for him and walk with him to his office. He inquired one morning as to how I was doing after my split and I told him I was back on the dating horse. He suggested that I date older men--NOT meaning himself, who was retiring in 2 years, but men in their 40s. He told me they are more respectful and know how to treat a lady, unlike guys my own age. I agreed and said that since Christmas was less than a month away, there was no way I would date anyone before then, because guys my age don't start relationships right before the holidays because then they feel obligated to buy a present. (Gasp!)
Later that afternoon, Officer Beerman (not really his name--but he had the same last name as a third rate beer I am not even sure is produced anymore--but I am from the land of Anheuser-Busch, so that could be my pride trash-talking) walked passed my room and said in a cheesy way, "Yeah, we'll have to get together again after the holidays." I smiled sweetly, but was DYING inside. He was transferred after winter break, so I dodged that bullet.
And ironically I had a date with a 40 year old tonight. Thanks Mr. Georgie!
1996, Miss Bethie was a younger, more idealistic teacher--which is difficult to imagine, but true nonetheless. She was teaching in the 'hood and we had just had a fatal shooting in the building--gang related. As a result, we had 2 police officers in the building besides the regular security we had patrolling the building. One of the officers was about my age and cute. As the youngest teacher by far, and one of the few caucasians, he would flirt with Miss Bethie, and having recently ended things with her fiance, She was receptive. They went out in November on a date. It was okay. He was a little too macho and egotistical for her tastes, but she does have that second date rule, so she didn't rule him out. A week or 2 later they had another date, and it wasn't any better.
(End of third person-speak here--I am annoying myself!)
Walking to my room one day, I was escorted by one of the assistant principals, who had taken me under his wing. He was an older southern gentleman with a long soft drawl when he spoke. He had a few health issues, so often I would carry his briefcase for him and walk with him to his office. He inquired one morning as to how I was doing after my split and I told him I was back on the dating horse. He suggested that I date older men--NOT meaning himself, who was retiring in 2 years, but men in their 40s. He told me they are more respectful and know how to treat a lady, unlike guys my own age. I agreed and said that since Christmas was less than a month away, there was no way I would date anyone before then, because guys my age don't start relationships right before the holidays because then they feel obligated to buy a present. (Gasp!)
Later that afternoon, Officer Beerman (not really his name--but he had the same last name as a third rate beer I am not even sure is produced anymore--but I am from the land of Anheuser-Busch, so that could be my pride trash-talking) walked passed my room and said in a cheesy way, "Yeah, we'll have to get together again after the holidays." I smiled sweetly, but was DYING inside. He was transferred after winter break, so I dodged that bullet.
And ironically I had a date with a 40 year old tonight. Thanks Mr. Georgie!
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