Not-so Little girl lost

I went to the Lowell Open Studios this afternoon. While there, I was looking at a map with another museum-goer and a motorcycle cop stopped to ask if we needed directions. (Duh, obvious. We had a map!)

I ended up talking to him about the area and he was led to know what an enviable bicep, I mean wealth of knowledge he has. The talk was getting a tad stale, and so I thought I either strike now or forever pretend not to get the hints he was dropping. I asked if I might contact him with any additional questions I might have about the area. He did not bat an eyelash. Maybe he did, but I couldn't see behind his mirrored cop glasses. He went to his motorcycle and got out a card, putting his cell number on it. Guess cop is a detective by his card. Not bad.

Cool. I will call Tuesday to see if he knows of a good place to get a cup of coffee - I will let him upgrade to a drink, but no dinner this time. I know my first date protocol.

My "girlfriend" George says it's maybe coffee then drinks, then lunch/brunch, then dinner, then whatever, because dinner is the date place pinnacle. I think his place is a little after the above unless one is looking for something that can only be done at one's place, and I am not. I can't even handle a date at his place if he does not call after. (Hey, is my phone broken?)

I was also asked to be an artist's model by one of the people at Open Studios. . .since I will not be naked with any boys, why not? (hard to think of cop as a boy, maybe it's time for some new terminology.)