Anyone who travels by automobile knows the pleasure of stopping at truck stops. They offer fuel, food, and sometimes even a little late night companionship.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m not the most attractive man in the world. I don’t get hit on often, but the romantic glow of the fluorescent light in a truck stop men’s restroom at 3:00am apparently does a little something for me.

Maybe it was the shine of the urinal, maybe it was the ambiance of the room. Whatever it was, I was eye candy for a lonely trucker…

I’ve never been the kind of person to just randomly walk up to someone to hit on them. Maybe I’m shy, maybe I’m afraid of rejection, or maybe I’m just overly polite. Whatever it is, I just don’t do it. I know it happens to women often, and I’m sure it happens to men too, but it doesn’t happen to me. As such, it catches you a little off guard when someone walks up to you while standing at a urinal, in a truck stop restroom, at 3:00am, and says, “Hey, you’re kinda cute” and asks if you want to go back to his truck with him…

Was I supposed to be flattered?

What I’m curious about is this; under what circumstances does anyone think it’d be okay to proposition a random person standing who is at a urinal, in a restroom, in a truck stop, at 3:00am?

Is this a thing?

Granted, I may come off as a bit desperate for a relationship sometimes, but who in their right mind would say to themselves, “It’s 3:00am, I’m in a truck stop bathroom, maybe this is my soulmate standing at the urinal next to me.”

How do you even respond to that?

I totally get life on the road can be lonely, but is this really how the whole relationship thing works? Is this what I’ve been doing wrong in my quest for a relationship? Am I supposed to be hanging out around public restrooms seeking my dream date?

I was too confused to be creeped out.

If it would’ve been a beautiful women that night rather than a stinky old male trucker with some liquor on his breath, I think I still would’ve been creeped out. First, because I would wonder why a beautiful woman was hanging out at a urinal, in a men’s restroom, in a truck stop, at 3:00am. Second, I would question what essence of romance I would be giving off at that moment because I’d like to bottle it and sell it.

I can’t say as I’ve ever known anyone who met their significant other in a truck stop bathroom, but I think it’d make a heck of a dinner party story.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not judging your lifestyle if hanging out in truck stop bathrooms is how you live and how you find your dates, but it’s really not for me.

And in case you’re wondering, NO, I didn’t go back to his truck.

The moral of my story is to at least wait until I’m at the sink to hit on me. You don’t want to shake my hand until I wash it first. That’s just old fashioned etiquette.

~ Marty ~

Do YOU have a truck stop romance story? If so, I’d love to hear about it!