Breaker 1-9 Pink Panther Here

We have decided on getting married in September that gives a few months to do it  right   this time. Last time  we got married  is more like an elopement dad wasn’t pleased we  dashed off to  the  JP as soon as we  got  the marriage license. Of course our honeymoon was a weekend away at the shore. He  wants everything  to be right. Well so do I guess. I  wish Dad was here  though, I think this  time he would approve.  Every girl wants the dream wedding  and  I am no different. I know he is the one for me.

I went away to New Jersey for a  short trip.  While I  was at  the truck stop a voice, I haven’t heard in awhile came  across the  CB- Broken Guitar. He sounded sad and asked  if anyone wanted to  talk. I haven’t thought about him  in a long while and this was one person I confided when I was really low. I picked  up the radio and  told him I would  talk.

Once we switched to a different channel he said never stopped thinking about me. I started off with everything from selling the  company, my mother  and my brother  and my engagement. Even when I told him that he wanted to keep talking. His voice is as smooth  as  Barry  White and I could listen to him all night. When I told him about James  and  I was the last time I even thought of James. Broken  Guitar was different and I  don’t know what it is. My fantasies of him kept me happy through lonely nights on the road. I feel like he gets me and my life more than James does.

Two hours into our conversation, I looked  out the cab  window and wondered where he  was. He could here or in the one across the highway.  Sometime I want to meet him even if just for a moment,  before I get married again. He has asked to meet but I said  no. I am hoping that if we do meet he will ugly as a decrepit donkey with bad teeth then  I can be fully ready to marry James.