Dear Random gas station stranger, here are a few reasons I won't go out with you.

  1. I'm married
  2. Having more than a couple of teeth is a prerequisite for me
  3. Contrary to what they taught you in charm school, wolf whistling only works in B movies from the 50s
  4. You're just not my type
    And by "my type", I mean men who bathe regularly and don't consider hanging out at picnic tables at the gas station a full-time job.
  5. A for effort, though.