Last week I had a minor car accident and called 911 (because the little cunt that hit me had no insurance and tried to pull a hit and run on me).

One of the cops who showed up was really handsome and literally built like "The Rock". He was tall and dark skinned, I guess of "latino" descent. I'm a blonde and prefer dark types. He was very impressive and intimidating like out of a movie but at the same time he was really friendly. He kept calling me sweetheart and honey. I tried to behave myself because I wasn't sure if he might kill me right there and then if he found out about my being a sweetheart with something extra.

At the end we waved goodbye to each other like, I don't know, I don't even do that with my friends.

Before leaving I asked him for his card, you know, just in case.

I've been thinking of him a lot and don't know what to do.