I got rejected in a really funny way.

A few months ago, I was making the drive to go see a friend who lived a few hours away. When I stopped for gas, a really cute state trooper was also getting gas. I was feeling confident, so I started talking to him. At the end of the conversation I told him I think he’s fine as hell and asked for his number. He took a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me.

When I got to my friend’s place, I read the paper. The number he wrote? 911.