I was 24, working at a tanning salon in a beach town. It wasn’t a great job, but it paid the bills and gave me plenty of time to mud and crawl in my Jeep. Mostly women came in, so the owners liked having a woman behind the counter. The few men who did come in were always hitting on me. Ugh. But I get it; I was petite, with dark hair, B-cup breasts, and very outgoing. But I had no interest in the male clientele. Not becaus...