text:  This worked for at least one young, awkward guy I knew at a Catholic church in Louisiana. Met his wife at Love's on I-80 in Iowa. She converted, moved to Louisiana with him, and they go back to Iowa together every Christmas, fueling up at the truck stop where they met. She was giddy to find him, as most of the men in her town were either already married or total losers. They were both in their early 30s when they met. At worst, you see the country and go on a few bad days. At best, you find the love of your life.