My dream? Getting pulled over by the police.

Okay, maybe not exactly my dream, but I do have a very soft spot for police officers. At some point, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided I wanted to experience it for myself.

So, on a Sunday night, I found myself driving around the city, secretly hoping to get pulled over.

I brought my friend Benny along so I wouldn’t be wandering the streets alone. Together, we spent nearly an hour burning both time and gasoline, circling the city with absolutely no luck.

Until…

I GOT PULLED OVER.

A tall officer appeared at my window, dressed in full gear, wearing a serious expression. And those shoulders… dear God. Broad enough to block out the streetlights.

He looked to be around thirty, maybe thirty-five. Attractive as hell.

The first thing I checked? No wedding ring.

Perfect.

I smiled.

“Good evening, Officer,” I said cheerfully. Maybe a little too cheerfully.

He studied me with obvious suspicion.

“Good evening… ma’am. May I see your driver’s license and proof of insurance?”

I nodded and handed everything over.

As he looked through my documents, I couldn’t help but notice him watching me just as carefully. Maybe my enthusiasm wasn’t exactly helping my case.

“Could you step out of the vehicle, please?” he said after a moment. “I’d like you to take a breathalyzer test, and I also need to inspect the car.”

I nodded.

Sure, the situation was starting to become a lot less fun than I’d imagined.

But still…

At least my dream had finally come true.