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If I live to be a hundred, I will never figure out how strange
life can be. I’m a truck driver which isn’t the most common thing
in the world, but even stranger is the fact that I am quite
attractive. I’m five feet two inches, weigh one-hundred and
fifteen pounds, have blond hair and blue eyes. Every time I meet
a nice man, he asks me the same question men ask hookers. “How did
a nice girl like you get into a dirty business like this?” To top
it all off, I have four huge brothers who are also truck drivers,
and who have taken it upon themselves to protect my virtue at all
cost. So you can see why it might be hard for me to get laid,
especially by a good man.
I remember one man in particular. It is almost comical. He
buzzed me on the C.B. one afternoon while I was on a California
run, saying,” Breaker for the good-lookin’ blond that drives the
silver rig. If you’re within hearing, meet me at midnight at the
Stop and Slop on Exit 89.” His voice sounded nice, and I decided
to meet him. Like I say, it isn’t the easiest thing for me to meet
men in my profession.