Dating Disasters, Chapter 793

Here's another beautiful, romantic terrible dating story from one of my friends who requested that she be anonymous based on the fact she's studying for the bar:


 One of the guys I met on Match happened to be a police officer. At the time, I was in a criminal defense clinic. After exchanging e-mails and text messages, I agreed to meet Mr. Officer for a drink. It was a touch awkward, but he kept calling, and I figured he deserved a second chance. This time, Mr. Officer suggested dinner on Saturday night.

That Saturday, I met my school friends for brunch, which involves bottles of champagne for mimosas. And then since we were half in the bag, we moved the party to the beach to continue the party. Next thing I knew, it was 4 pm, I had a date in 4 hours, and I was mildly intoxicated.

Thanks to a power nap and my awesome hair rollers, I was able to make it to my date, looking presentable . . . but still a little buzzed. Mr. Officer and I started talking, and he asked me how work was. I told him I was working on a case involving resisting an officer without violence. There are essentially two elements to this crime in my jurisdiction: 1) officer was engaged in the lawful execution of a legal duty; and 2) defendant resisted the officer. 


Mr. Officer informs he arrested someone for that same offense a day or two ago. In the process of his telling me about the arrest, I blurted out something along the lines of, “Ummm, that doesn’t sound like lawful execution of a legal duty.” Insert awkward silence. I sat back, realizing we weren’t going to see each other again, and ordered another drink to enjoy with my dinner. After dinner, Mr. Officer was a perfect gentleman, and walked me to my car, never to be heard from again.

Lesson I took away from this dating disaster: If you spend all afternoon drinking, probably a good idea to reschedule. 


Confucius never spoke truer words. 


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