Z and I were doing traffic in my normal location. A Saturn made the illegal left turn and we pulled it over. Z walked up to the driver's door and started talking with the driver, J. Z asked J if he knew why we stopped him. J said that he had no idea. Z informed him that he had made an illegal left turn. J said that he was not from this part of town and did not know that he could not turn left at that intersection.
Z then asked for J's drivers license and proof of insurance. J supplied the items. Then Z asked J where he was going when we stopped him. Z always asks this question on traffic stops. This is where the conversation got interesting. J stated that he was looking for a club. Z asked if he was looking for a particular club. J hemmed and hawed and stammered. He was clearly nervous. J said he was not going to any particular club. Z then asked if J was meeting his friends somewhere. J stated that he was not meeting any friends. Then J just blurted out, "I am bi-curious and this is
my first night out." Really? We did not need all of that. Z was speechless. He just turned and started walking back to our police car.
Z wrote the ticket and we returned to J's vehicle. J signed the ticket. Z asked him if he needed directions to anywhere. J said that he was just going to go home TO HIS WIFE AND KIDS after the traffic stop. Unbelieveable.
DISCLAIMER: I am not judging J.
But, how do you get to the point where you decide to go looking for a gay bar when you have a wife and children at home? If you are not happy with your marriage, go to counselling. At the very least, have enough respect for your wife and kids to stay out of the "gay-borhood" until you get divorced. Every night is a new adventure.
Z then asked for J's drivers license and proof of insurance. J supplied the items. Then Z asked J where he was going when we stopped him. Z always asks this question on traffic stops. This is where the conversation got interesting. J stated that he was looking for a club. Z asked if he was looking for a particular club. J hemmed and hawed and stammered. He was clearly nervous. J said he was not going to any particular club. Z then asked if J was meeting his friends somewhere. J stated that he was not meeting any friends. Then J just blurted out, "I am bi-curious and this is
my first night out." Really? We did not need all of that. Z was speechless. He just turned and started walking back to our police car.
Z wrote the ticket and we returned to J's vehicle. J signed the ticket. Z asked him if he needed directions to anywhere. J said that he was just going to go home TO HIS WIFE AND KIDS after the traffic stop. Unbelieveable.
DISCLAIMER: I am not judging J.
But, how do you get to the point where you decide to go looking for a gay bar when you have a wife and children at home? If you are not happy with your marriage, go to counselling. At the very least, have enough respect for your wife and kids to stay out of the "gay-borhood" until you get divorced. Every night is a new adventure.
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