The first one was from Alabama and I met him on Eharmony. At the time I had decided I needed to put a little effort into dating, previously I really only went out on dates because it was sure to be a funny story I could tell people about. I am willing to put myself in awkward situations for a good laugh. Like one time when my sister set me up on a blind date and he had a friend who couldn't get a date, so I dragged my roommate Melissa along. Melissa's date was special, short bus special. We were all leaving the concert and he told us he wanted to have a gun on the top of his truck to shoot people out of his way, here is how one of the funniest conversation I ever had went:
Him: "I could break every bone in my body and not be destroyed"
Me: "Every bone? that is a lot, this one time I dislocated my thumb and it hurt really bad"
Him: "That would hurt but not as much as breaking every bone in your body"
Me: "That is true, but this one time I had to get stitches in my leg and it made me cry"
Him: "Huh?"
Me: "But the worst was, this one time I chipped a nail and it ruined my nail polish and hurt my feelings"
Him: "Are you making fun of me?"
Me: "Yes, yes I am"
We made it home and I still owe Melissa for putting her through the torture of that date... but the story is the gift that keeps on giving.
Anyways, back to truck driver number one, the relationship did not work out but I really liked dating a truck driver. There were advantages I enjoyed, first I only had to talk to him when I wanted to, second, I could tell people I was in a relationship so I didn't have to hear the you will find him conversation, (I hate that conversation, I didn't know that dating was an easter egg hunt running around trying to find the ultimate egg) and third I only saw him when he was in town and other than that I had my own freedom.
The first truck driver and I broke up and I moved on to the next truck driver and since remembering names are a pain, I just called him trucker.
Going back to me sitting in Crystals office, here is how the end of that conversation went:
Crystal: "I don't know but I think you should move on"
Me: "Yep your right, he is a butthead"
Crystal" "Let's get you to a truck stop so you can find a new boyfriend"
Me: "That is wicked funny, how about Friday night?"
