I have one friend in my friendship circle that is a police officer. We don't see him often, because he lives a way away, but we are going to his wedding in the spring.
Last year, he came over for an evening of whisky tasting with my husband and some other male friends. My husband held the event away from the main house in an outbuilding that we have a second living room and a guest room in, if you follow. (Airbnb potential never realised because I'm too lazy)
A few hours before the official end of the evening, the police officer friend appeared at the main house and said one of his parents was picking him up. He was staying at theirs. He was drunk but not falling-down-won't-remember-this-tomorrow drunk.
We live in one of those villages that is just a single road lined with a few houses. All of the houses are spread out and set back from the road, and street lighting is sparse, so we are easy to miss in the dark. I clocked the familiar crawl of "trying to find the house name" headlights, around the curtains and suggested we pop out and flag them down. As they reversed along the road, he kissed me goodbye. On the lips, forcefully, replete with roaming hands and totally without warning. We have never had chemistry, he has never shown an interest in me before and we had never been alone together before.
I shoved him away and he then made it about me. My fault. Suddenly also started behaving much, much more intoxicated.
At bedtime, I told my husband who was furious. Upon confronting him, police officer friend said his wife-to-be knows all about these things. Apparently he does it all the time.
Ridiculous. Not a good man.