Or just being friendly?
I sure as fuck do. My friends tell me I'm a cocky bastard. They're right (although sometimes I act this way because I know it pisses them off) I'm not a bad looking guy. Tall, dark, handsome and all that, but I have a habit of thinking that every girl that walks up to me and starts chatting away wants some (problem gets worse when I am drunk, obviously)
I'm conscience to the fact. So much so that sometimes (in an effort to address my percieved egotism) I let girls pass by that (in retrospect) obviously did want some at the time, but the fact flew under my radar (or maybe I forced it under)
Hindsight and all that.
Anyway, now there is this girl here at the college that I sure as fuck would like to, but because of the 'problem', my poor little head is screwed and I can't tell if she's just being friendly, or what.
Facts:
First let me say that she is a cop. Campus police here, but an actual cop in the real world. A very hot cop. Actually, I think I've developed some kind of woman in uniform fetish because of her. Kinda funny, actually. Back in my old town, my friends were not necessarily on the right side of the law (part of their charm, though!) and here I am wanting to fuck a cop. I only get to see her during the wee hours of the morning when she lets me into the computer lab (my only access to a PC, ya see), but we always talk for a bit and it doesn't even bother her when I go to the lab obviously intoxicated (as I do on occasion)
When we first met, she told me to call her officer (blah, blah...can't remember her last name) and one of the first things she said was that she was going on a camping trip the next day with her boyfriend. I took this to mean 'Hey there stranger. I'm hot and a cop and you're a nice guy but nothing is going on but business here, so keep yer distance'.
I was probably right.
As the days went on, the chats grew longer and I found out that she was a bit of a party girl when she had the chance to. Savannah has a nice bar/club scene (albeit rather small) so I figured that I would eventually run into her. A few drinks, and I would test the waters, so to speak.
Days go by, chats get quite a bit more friendly, and the cop mask is long since dropped. She's acting like a girl (a rather girly-girl...flirtatious as a matter of fact) First name basis now. She says she usually tries to stay business when she's in her uniform but she likes me 'a little bit' so I can call her by her first name (not saying for privacy, ofcourse)
Days. And, of course, my mind flashes back to that first meeting where she told me that she had a boyfriend. I figure I'll just casually bring him up the next time I see her just to see what the deal was.
And then Tonight. I'm walking from the Huddle House to the computer lab (3:30 AM) and I pass by a campus police car. I figure it's her, and it is. 'Brian! I thought that was you!' ,she says. 'What's up, girly girl.', I reply. Yadda yadda yadda, she lets me into the lab and I take this as my perfect opportunity to find out about that boyfriend situation, but before I can casually work that into our conversation, she mentions that she and her boyfriend broke up last night (mentioned it twice, even). I'm thinking that she is prime for a tagging (kinda difficult to hide the elation, but I did my best to play it cool)
I told her about my weekend. Told her I hit the club and had a few drinks. She asks me when was the next time I was going, because she wanted to meet me there. I says tomorrow, probably, and Saturday too. So now she wants to meet me there on Saturday (her only day off)
Anyway, still can't really tell if she's being friendly, or she wants to fuck, but I guess I'll find out soon. If I embarras myself, I'll be too drunk to remember, so it's all good![Smile :) :)](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
I sure as fuck do. My friends tell me I'm a cocky bastard. They're right (although sometimes I act this way because I know it pisses them off) I'm not a bad looking guy. Tall, dark, handsome and all that, but I have a habit of thinking that every girl that walks up to me and starts chatting away wants some (problem gets worse when I am drunk, obviously)
I'm conscience to the fact. So much so that sometimes (in an effort to address my percieved egotism) I let girls pass by that (in retrospect) obviously did want some at the time, but the fact flew under my radar (or maybe I forced it under)
Hindsight and all that.
Anyway, now there is this girl here at the college that I sure as fuck would like to, but because of the 'problem', my poor little head is screwed and I can't tell if she's just being friendly, or what.
Facts:
First let me say that she is a cop. Campus police here, but an actual cop in the real world. A very hot cop. Actually, I think I've developed some kind of woman in uniform fetish because of her. Kinda funny, actually. Back in my old town, my friends were not necessarily on the right side of the law (part of their charm, though!) and here I am wanting to fuck a cop. I only get to see her during the wee hours of the morning when she lets me into the computer lab (my only access to a PC, ya see), but we always talk for a bit and it doesn't even bother her when I go to the lab obviously intoxicated (as I do on occasion)
When we first met, she told me to call her officer (blah, blah...can't remember her last name) and one of the first things she said was that she was going on a camping trip the next day with her boyfriend. I took this to mean 'Hey there stranger. I'm hot and a cop and you're a nice guy but nothing is going on but business here, so keep yer distance'.
I was probably right.
As the days went on, the chats grew longer and I found out that she was a bit of a party girl when she had the chance to. Savannah has a nice bar/club scene (albeit rather small) so I figured that I would eventually run into her. A few drinks, and I would test the waters, so to speak.
Days go by, chats get quite a bit more friendly, and the cop mask is long since dropped. She's acting like a girl (a rather girly-girl...flirtatious as a matter of fact) First name basis now. She says she usually tries to stay business when she's in her uniform but she likes me 'a little bit' so I can call her by her first name (not saying for privacy, ofcourse)
Days. And, of course, my mind flashes back to that first meeting where she told me that she had a boyfriend. I figure I'll just casually bring him up the next time I see her just to see what the deal was.
And then Tonight. I'm walking from the Huddle House to the computer lab (3:30 AM) and I pass by a campus police car. I figure it's her, and it is. 'Brian! I thought that was you!' ,she says. 'What's up, girly girl.', I reply. Yadda yadda yadda, she lets me into the lab and I take this as my perfect opportunity to find out about that boyfriend situation, but before I can casually work that into our conversation, she mentions that she and her boyfriend broke up last night (mentioned it twice, even). I'm thinking that she is prime for a tagging (kinda difficult to hide the elation, but I did my best to play it cool)
I told her about my weekend. Told her I hit the club and had a few drinks. She asks me when was the next time I was going, because she wanted to meet me there. I says tomorrow, probably, and Saturday too. So now she wants to meet me there on Saturday (her only day off)
Anyway, still can't really tell if she's being friendly, or she wants to fuck, but I guess I'll find out soon. If I embarras myself, I'll be too drunk to remember, so it's all good