Date #1 - Pistol-Whipping

How bad is it, on a scale of one to ten, when your date tells you he once pistol-whipped somebody in a bar fight, and you think to yourself, "I kinda like this guy."

I'm guessing we're somewhere in the 11 range with that. I had to take a moment's pause to evaluate my sanity. But can we please be honest? It's a turn on to know that when the shit hits the fan, the guy you're with can take people out. It's nice to know no one's going to mess with you, and if they do, your boyfriend is going to beat them senseless. To protect you. 

That's like survival instinct 101. As you may have guessed, the date with the Cop went well. In defense of the whole bar fight thing, he was sucker-punched and just happened to have his weapon on him...which is why the pistol-whipping occurred. That was almost 8 years ago when he was, "young, trigger-happy, and stupid." I get that. I've been that (minus the trigger...). 

Everything else that came up in our two-hour coffee date was on the up-and-up. He raised his younger brothers, put himself through school, quit drinking, and has impeccable manners. He's handy with the compliments (but not too handy), opens doors, readily makes decisions, and is over 6' tall. He also happens to have a startlingly amazing upper body, which I barely noticed. Or stared at for two hours. I can't remember which.

No, but seriously, I did my best not to be blinded by his hotness. And I'm willing to force myself to go on another date with him so I can try again. Perhaps his ripped arms will become tiresome by date #3 or #4 and I can focus solely on his personality...