I’m am currently the care taker of a large mansion in the town in which I reside. The owners are rarely around and, thus, have had an alarm system installed at the residence. As care taker extraordinaire I am responsible for responding when the alarm goes off at the property. Yesterday, I receive a call from the home owner who tells me that the alarm was set off, the police had been dispatched to the residence and I was to meet them there. I respond immediately, thinking, this could be interesting…how fun would it be to catch someone b&e?
I arrive at the residence and a handsome young sheriff steps out of his car. My demeanor changes immediately. Read: flirty chick mode. He asks me several questions about the property and we proceed into the residence. Being my smart-assy self I ask him if he’s got his gun ready, and if not, could he please at least have his hand on it. Ha!
At this point I’m pretty sure that the alarm has just misfired. The residence is in a remote area and I see no tire tracks or footprints in the snow – quite confident that there are no intruders. He, being cop-like insists that he enter each doorway first. My response, “Are you gonna grab that gun and stealthy peek around each corner, just like in the movies?” He gives me a quick smirk. We start laughing and as we proceed through the rest of the home we get chattier and less cautious. I mention that I didn’t see any tracks and that I’m quite sure no one is ‘on premises’. He looks at me and replies, “Very observant ma’am.” I respond, “Please don’t call me ma’am.” He gives me a big grin. Damn, I love flirting!
Cut to the chase: I check to see if there is a wedding ring. No wedding ring. Check. I pour on the girly charm and proceed to ensnare him with witty conversation. We end up standing in the grand room (overlooking the lake, how frickin’ romantic) for quite some time and start making jokes about how the place reminds us of the hotel in The Shining. I’m like, “Thanks for that buddy, I have to come up here alone all the time” (*hint, hint*). In unison we say “Here’s Johnny!”
Then, I suddenly think, damn, this guy is pretty sweet, I need to slip him my number. With leopard like quickness, I say, “Since I’m the only one locally that has a key to this place you should probably have my number, that way you can just call me if there is an emergency (yeah, right, tricksie little chicksie!). Presto! I give him my number and as we climb into our vehicles he waves and says, “I hope this isn’t the only time we get to run into each other”. I’m thinking,”Don’t be daft boy, use that number I just gave you!” And that, my friends, is how to snag yourself a fine, young officer of the law!