I was 17ish, on a second date with a boy with a car. Well I thought he was a boy, he may have been closer to thirty but we'll get into that later. After dinner we went for a drive, this was a relatively normal date, dinner, a drive... I mean this is SO normal Im not sure how I possibly was involved in such a normal evening.
No worries lovelies... this is where the normal ended.
We ended up at the small (at the time) Waterloo Regional Airport to watch the planes. Of course being late evening, there was none and one thing turned into another and well... you get the picture... So did the nice police officer who pulled up behind our steamed up car.
The lights flash and the siren yelps once and as we scramble to straighten out or clothes my date turns to me and says "I have to tell him I'm my brother, I've got a couple of tickets and don't want to get in trouble. If he asks my name is Mark and you're 18."
1. I've never been caught fooling around by the cops before
2. I havn't actually done much fooling around ever at this point
3. I was almost 18
4. His name was Robert (I thought)
5. I was gullible
So police officer, flashlight in hand, comes to the window asking if everything was ok, why we were there and to see our ID. Which I gotta say, is just a cruel joke by the police against young couples if you ask me."Robert" hands over his "brothers" ID (which happened to be in his wallet in the license spot) and nervously of course we say "watching the planes", the cop nods knowingly, reminds us were on private property and ushers us on our way.
"Robert" took me home after that and we parted ways with an embarrassed laugh and a "call you tomorrow". Well he called, I called... phone always got answered. Until one time it didnt and I got voicemail, with a different name and a business name. Say Wha?! Yeah... well... he explained it away with "family business" calls come in on the home phone but no worries I was told, guess who just got a cell phone?
So back to calling we went, made plans for the next weekend. Then one night I called and a woman answered the phone. "Who is this? Why are you calling? How old are you?" Ummmm... I... Ummm... Jodi... Talk to... what.... I.... Wait, Who is this?!
Then a mans voice in the background and what I could only assume was the phone flying across the room and hitting said man. After that I hear a screaming fight starting with "You are a 32 year old man... that girl sounded 12!" (hey hey now... give me a break lady!) "What the hell is wro..." CRUNCH! Yeah, disconnected by what I can again only assume is the crushing of the phone.
So there you have it folks... at 17 I was already the other woman. Maybe that was a sign about my love life to come?