Cop-out
As I lie in the sun trying to will a copper glow, it isn’t so much as three minutes that I put my stuff down that three uniform clad police officers on horseback trot in front of me. Not that I can concentrate on much else lately, my mind turns to the police officer I’ve been seeing. You may remember him from some earlier posts. This is the polygraph guy (yeah, a cop. Weird.)… As well as the “girl of my dreamsâ€? guy. He also has a recurring role as the “I have a really crappy phoneâ€? guy. As far as I’m concerned he lives up to his title in that half of the words that escape his lips are cop-outs.
Long story short, ours has been an on-again off-again rollercoaster of a budding relationship—for me at least. Emotionally, I have been spent more times than I can count. At times, just trying to talk to the guy is like being wrapped up in folds of wet burlap—incredibly irritating and tough to get anywhere. I feel like I’m living the same drama—a copycat of reruns making their way into my life over and over.
It really shouldn’t be this hard. Not this early in — when everyone is supposed to be on their best behavior. But every time I cut the strings, he somehow finds the one dangling thread and climbs back up (he also prides himself in being the “I’m buffâ€? guy. It’s only natural that he would climb).
An “America’s Finest� Chevy Tahoe passes with a female officer behind the wheel. I can handle this, I think. I like themes. Such is life. Of course when I’m trying to put something out of my mind (read “the cop�) and out of seventy miles of beaches the entire city PD decides to stalk (er…stake? Stalking’s illegal right?) me out on this one.
Well, for now he’s somehow managed to waltz his way back into the picture. But to be perfectly honest, I’m finally going to do what I can to just let it be. It is what it is. Nothing more nothing less. I’m convincing myself the only way I can consciously cope with the cop is to be copiously cautious.
Stay tuned—who knows—maybe he’ll make a cameo appearance as the “something I least expected� guy. Sigh.
xx
Sandy
November 10th, 2007 at 11:03 pm
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