Confession box:
Last night a policeman knocked on my front door… because of some unpleasantries that are going on in my neighborhood (in the ghetto, welcome to the ghetto)… and when I opened the door (expecting some solicitor or a neighbor), I was stunned to find this tall… young… handsome… pale-skinned… fresh-faced… tall (oh I said that already, apologies) policeman standing on my front porch. I was so taken a-back by his tall handsomeness that I couldn’t process what he was saying to me… and I (through my stunned slack-jaw) had to ask him to repeat what he’d just said. I tried to find a photo of a sexy policeman on Google to post as a visual aid… but none of the men I saw did this walking God-in-uniform justice. So, the moral of this story, ladies, is…. the next time you catch a man slack-jawing and having a hard time paying attention to what you say, cut him a little slack. Sometimes it’s difficult to focus. *Exits confession box*
