Today something happened to me that never happened before. I was driving on the highway and passed an 18-wheeler and it honked. Okay, so that part has happened before. I slowed down thinking he saw police or state troopers up ahead. When I slowed enough to be beside him, he raised his hand and pointed at me and at his ring finger. I shook my head from side to side while laughing. I pulled ahead again, he honked again, and I slowed down … yes, again. I looked up into his cab with a hand raised as if to say, “What?” He made motions as if writing something. I was in a state of disbelief and laughing from the shock or maybe it was me thinking, “The nerve of this guy.” I pointed to the side of the road and he nodded. I pulled over. He pulled ahead and over onto the shoulder in front of me. I was laughing like a crazy person and trying hard not to. This guy is crazy … and I must be crazy because I stopped too.
I noticed the weight in the cab shift and knew he was exiting. He approached my window. I hit the button to automatically roll it down. “Is this what you do all day?” I said when he was within hearing distance. He replied, “Yes, I drive for a company.” “No,” I said, “Honk and pull women over for their number?” “No, this is my first time doing this. You looked like a nice person and a nice woman is hard to find.”
We made small talk as he kept looking over his shoulder. I admit that I was concerned for his safety as well. After all, we did park on the shoulder of the highway and he was standing next to my car with his body facing oncoming traffic.
Short story shorter, we exchanged numbers. We texted each other a face shot and talked later in the evening. He’s from Alabama and said he comes through Delaware often. He asked me to come see him, to meet him in Jersey. He explained that he drops his load in the morning and will head back home. He said he’d pay my gas money and take me shopping.
I was shaking my head no as he was talking. I don’t do things like that. Drive out-of-State to see a man I met on the side of the road. I explained that to him and that I’m old-fashioned in that I want a man to meet me locally and take me out. He said he’d call the next day after dropping his load to see what I was up to and if time allowed us to meet and have lunch.
I mentioned to a friend that I was pulled over for a number. The first response was that he was a “serial killer with HIV.” I laughed and responded back asking how is that any different from meeting a guy at a grocery store or on the street? At least I know he has a job, right?
I’ll keep you posted on what happens with … I’ll call him ‘Raymond.’
Have you or anyone you know ever done anything like this before?
Do you think it’s the same as meeting someone in a store or on the street?
What would you have done in this situation?
I look forward to reading your thoughts.