I was in a bar (horrible place to meet people btw) and a woman walked up and asked if she could sit down. I'd noticed her watching me and having her approach me made me a little uneasy. She said, "I thought you were drinking rather heavily and then I realized that it's only club soda with lime." I said, "Yes, I'm the designated driver." She asked if I was in a current relationship, I scooted over a little bit farther away from her, and said, "No and I'm not looking to get into one." She said, "My brother-in-law is rather recently divorced and wanting to meet a nice woman. He's an OTR truck driver. Would you be willing to meet him?" I was so relieved that she wasn't hitting on me that before I knew it I said okay. We met the next night, a Saturday. He called on Monday night from Kentucky and said that he'd been thinking out there on the road and he'd decided that he was going to marry me. I told him that he had WAY too much time to be thinking because he obviously wasn't good at it. He said that his mind was made up and I'd get used to the idea. We got married a few months later. We'll be married 16 yrs this summer. My second, his third.