The dating pool in my town is one coffee shop and a hardware store. I'm past the age where 'grabbing drinks' at midnight counts as a date. For all the options out there, I'd never felt more like one item in a catalogue. A fortune teller at the county fair told me to give trucker dating a chance right when I needed one. My only real complaint is that nobody told me about it sooner. The story continues, but the plot finally improved.