A couple of years ago  was travelling through central Texas.  I had to take a leak and just ahead was a rest area.  Super!  I pulled off and did not find a rest room.  Wasn’t one.  I thought that was odd, but I found a jar and stood in the open door of my van, happily peeing.

I heard a cheerful voice saying something, and turned.  It was an ordinary looking guy, 5′ 10″, 150 lbs., 35 or 40 y/o,  saying something to me.  About 50 yards behind him was a white pickup with another guy in it.

To make a long story shorter, the guy was gay and hustling me.  He explained he liked older guys.  I tried as nicely as I could to tell him I wasn’t interested, didn’t blame him, just wasn’t my thing.  About that time he walked in front of me and very rapidly groped me.  I jumped, he quickly moved away, laughing.  I very rapidly realized there were two of them, there was no one else in the area and while I felt the situation was under control right now, it may not stay that way.

I started talking faster, and maneuvered my way into the driver’s seat, under which I have a machete.  Very shortly he left, wandering back to the pickup with his friend in it.  I drove away.

I can understand the guy approaching a lone guy if that is what those places are known locally for.  May be why there are no rest rooms there.  And, I’ve been wondering if I might have been in more danger than I thought.  I just Googled “texas”, “roadside” and “deaths” and found that Texas has more murders along the roads than any other state.

I won’t make the mistake of letting someone sneak up on me like that again, I promise.