Sexual ambiguity

We were just at the local police station, because when it is 100 degrees outside, we will do just about anything to get air conditioning.

So there we were, filing out super important crime report, when I noticed that the super macho officer had a tattoo, the sort of tattoo I seemed to recognize. I squinted a bit, and I think he caught me looking, because when out eyes me, he smiled.

There are all sorts of communications that go on that sometimes we are aware of, and sometimes not so much. This was one of the ones that was kind of open ended, and could have meant something, and could have meant nothing.

When we left, the person I was with, we will call her Becky, said, "what was that all about?" I played all innocent, but I knew what she was talking about.

"It is something people do, they look, they smile, then they say goodbye."

"Seemed like something more."

"Sometimes it is."

"Was this one of those times?"

"I'm engaged."

"So?"

"So, when one is engaged, they kind of like to smile, but that's about as far as it goes."

"Right," Becky said, with an air of disbelief.

Which brings up a good point, since when did police start wearing Batman utility belts? This guy had a little of everything on his belt, from a gun and handcuffs, to a tazer and then an assortment of other stuff wrapped in leather than just made my mind whirl. Years ago I thought for a few seconds of becoming a police officer. I may have missed my calling.