Women are so different in so many ways. Last night I had a date with a special agent of the U.S. department of Justice ATF. I've been getting to know her via email and phone for the past two weeks. So we finally decide to meet in the middle for drinks. I got there a little early like I always do. Find the perfect quiet place to sit. Someplace dark and intimate. I order a glass of Shiraz and get into my relaxed mode. I know she Googled me and checked me out, I just know she did? On the phone she passed my voice test, I'm sure you know what that is. OK, well in she walks, only fair, maybe a 5, and yes a little dyke like, but just a little. I stand, we give each other a hug. I take her coat, pull out her chair and we sit. The waitress is right there to take her drink order, she's orders a nice Cab. Well, I'm pretty loosie goosie and I can tell she's nervous. We start to talk, we talk about stuff, movies, drugs, my Army career, religion, I'm an excommunicated Mormon and she's a very strict Catholic. She like talking about her job, she shows me her credentials, her business card and her weapon, a small Gloc, which is in her ATF provided hand bag, then she gives me her business card with the gold ATF seal in the upper left corner, which is really pretty cool. We talk, she's interesting enough, kind of interesting in a uninteresting way. Two hours go by, I'm now on my 3rd glass of wine and she isn't half way through with her first, not a good sign, I like women that drink. Drinking leads to sex as we know. Anyway, it was a fun enough night for a casual date. I don't think she's for me, who knows? It was definitely not a Blue Pill evening.

