Good Cop, Bad Cop

I was on my first date with an undercover officer and he took me to a nice restaurant. He insisted on facing the door, saying, “It’s a cop thing.” Dinner went well, but as we were getting ready to make our way to meet up with his friends, some guys in the parking lot started to cat call out to me. Whatever they said was pretty harmless, but my date completely overreacted. He shouted, “Get in the car!” to me, like I was a suspect, and popped his trunk to retrieve his gun, which freaked me out. I made him put in there earlier in the night because it made me incredibly nervous to think he was packing while we were at dinner. I didn’t stick around to find out what he did with the gun or the guys. I peeled out and avoided his calls.


