Strawberry Blonde Cop

It has been on my mind constantly and it sounds psycho for to even being telling anyone about it but what the heck I don’t know any of you and you don’t know who I am!

Over a month ago, I had a little depression breakdown and left our house in a terror making suicide threats at my husband.  I don’t know why these things come out of me sometimes, it’s like a desperation, a panic and escape from this terrifying situation as soon as possible.  He called the police out of caution as he wasn’t sure what I was going to do.  I ended up at my GP’s Office because I had a scheduled appointment and I was going to inform him on how sick I was at that moment, a very desperate moment.  As I waited in the waiting room, two young handsome police officers looked in the waiting room area, then left, then spoke with the reception and went outside the waiting room.  They sat at the table outside the waiting room waiting for me.  It actually made me feel good like I was actually important and cared for by somebody and they would not allow me to harm myself because my husband leaves me a lot at these times.  I went in and spoke with the GP and as I left I knew they were there for me so I tried to scurry swiftly past them and down the stairs.  One of them called out my name and I knew I had to go talk to them.  They both had very friendly faces and a warm aura around them.  One was kind of blocky with dark brown short straight hair, big ice blue eyes and brownly tanned skin.  The other guy was a little small for a police officer but had an adorable face and expression, it would just make you smile to hear his voice.  He had strawberry blonde hair and a thin beard of the same colour, blue eyes and some freckles across his nose.  He was not overly handsome but more cute, charming and had an attractive personality. They asked me a couple questions and advised that I would have to be escorted to the psychiatric hospital for an assessment by them as I was not allowed to drive in my condition.  I was a little enlightened by this if I must be honest as the cute strawberry blonde cop was the one to be doing the escorting.

It was awkward as he opened the door for me, locked me in but he did slide over the window so I could speak with him, which I thought was a very kind gesture.  He seemed almost nervous, I guess awkward that he had to escort this pretty girl who seemed completely normal to the hospital against her will.  We had a warm chat during the journey there.  We talked about our earlier years, he was a hockey player who did a lot of travelling but ended back home with his family.  We discussed how road construction should take place at night or later in the day but never at rush hour!  He would do this cute laugh where his cheeks would blush red as he seemed so nervous, almost boyish.  I have a job in the justice field as well so we discussed our similar situations and complained about the consistent law breakers.   Even had an interesting chat about the Amish.

I was a little sad when we reached the hospital and it hit me where I was going.  My neck muscle went tense but when strawberry blonde cop turned to get some information from me, his smile made the anxiety slowly fade away.  I sat back in the seat, I was wearing black LuLu Lemon yoga tights as I practice yoga daily and my body is toned and looks good in yoga clothing.  I was sitting back in the seat and my yoga pants were pulled in tight to my crotch just tight enough where  you could see the shape of everything between my legs and I had my legs slightly open as that is the way I sit naturally.  His blue eyes immediately, as if being pulled by a magnate, went o my crotch and then my breasts, he looked for a moment like he wanted it and then went back to professional mode with his questions.  I gave him a smile that said I noticed that and I liked that.  I could feel some sexual tension there and if he asked me to get naked with him and hump in the back seat, I would have without any hesitation.  He checked me into the assessment area, did that blush one last time when the nurse made a comment about his beard in front of me.  When I was going to the check in he looked at me kindly and waved good bye.  I don’t know if he felt badly for me or if he had some sexual desire as I did.

I ended up in the hospital for a week and then got discharged and went home with my husband with whom things were not going well.  I couldn’t stop thinking about Strawberry Blonde Cop to the point of getting wet.  I would fantasize about him to help me get to sleep, imagine that we did pull over and have a little romp before he admitted me.  It is a hot fantasy though, you have to admit!

I did some research and found his full name through my detective digging.  I found him on Facebook and had to see what his life was all about and if he has a girlfriend.  He was cuter than ever and had a beloved German Shepard which is my favourite breed of dog.  He couldn’t get any better but he did have a girlfriend pictured next to him in a bikini showing her abs and toned physique, she was beautiful but in some shots I found her rather plain. I gave up on it after that for awhile but it still played out in my head from time to time, rethinking it to get that little bit of excitement and life.

I eventually wanted to know more so I looked for him on Instagram, found him but he had a private account.  After days of thinking about it, I messaged him and asked if he happened to find a pair of earrings in his car as I lost a pair (total lie of course).  I just wanted to see what kind of response he would give me just because its like a high, like a drug.  I haven’t heard nothing back yet and it doesn’t say received as he would have to accept my message as I am not a friend.

I know he has a girlfriend and I don’t want to mess things up for them but I felt something there and I know he did too.  I am just going to let it go for now but it was a nice distraction for awhile to escape the doom and gloom which is my mind.