You know what the funny thing was? We’d barely said a word to each other. I mean, she was at my table for ten minutes, and all we did was share smokes, some stares, and some minor chit chat. My palms were like ice now; those cold, chilly sweats that make you wonder how you’re even able to sweat. I started to fidget, and I took to rubbing the wet out of my damp palms on my jeans. I needed to calm down and ease my brain…and my crotch. I was playing things out in my head while she was gone; should I ask her to come out to my rig and chat for a while, or should I ask her if she just wanted to come out to my rig and chat, if you know what I’m saying. When you’re a lonely chump like me, it’s damn near impossible to snag a broad’s interest, but I had hers, and I was damn sure going to make the most of it. I was going to act tonight, because shit like this doesn’t happened to a guy all the time, you know? But then I started thinking that maybe it was all nothing. Maybe she was just bored, and came to my table to bum a smoke and kill some time. Maybe my dumb ass was reading too much into it, but I didn’t want to go too far, and have her think I was some fucking trucker pervert who was out to treat her like some truck stop slut. I’m not that kind of guy, but I just couldn’t read her signals to save my life.
I watched her up there leaning all sexy like over the bar, looking all soft and clean, and I saw her grab a whiskey and a beer. One more drink, I kept saying to myself, just one more drink, and then hopefully we’re both out of here and on our way to Highland Rim. I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted a chick like Sally in my life; I waited for it, I was fucking patient. Hell, desperate even. Twiddling my god damned thumbs like a teenager while my life just up and passed me by, you know? This was it; this was my chance, my time, and I was damn sure gonna take it with both of these hands. I’d earned it, right? I deserved it. I’d put in my time.