age: 22 (Nov 11, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: May 2005
occupation: Naval Officer
heroes: Burke, Jones, Luttrell, Jefferson, Thompson.
gets me hot: Smart women who can argue with me for hours.
sign: Scorpio
most humbling moment: Being sworn into the Navy by my mother.
body mods: Anchor on my left shoulder. Compass rose on right shoulder blade. Rose on inside of right bicep.
i lost my virginity: To my girlfriend at the time, on Valentine's Day, after cooking her dinner. Yeah, I'm a romantic, sue me.
into: I'm into anything as long as the person I'm talking to is excited about it. As for my interests, check the hobbies, that's a start. BME (same name on there)
And now it's time for bad writing. Weee! Oh, and when I say bad, I mean bad.
Her name is… hmm it seems to have slipped from my memory. But then
who am I really kidding, no one gives a damn. Not me, not the other
people here, or the hundreds of others before us. Hell, it's probably
not even her real one. What we do care about is watching her young
body on the stage, shaking and strutting to try and tease a few
crumpled bills from our pockets. The truth of it is she's doing a
damn good job of it, though the multiple buckets of overpriced beer
probably play at least a small role too.
I'm sitting here with one of my Navy buddies, we're in uniform,
getting paid too much to do too little, and we're enjoying the
attention. Yeah the girls are just trying to get our money, but we
don't care, they focus more on us than anyone else in the bar. It's
the same everywhere in this town. Put on the uniform and the girls
come running, why would the strippers be any different? Of course
they're probably just thinking we're easy marks, knowing we've been in
training for a while and more than eager for a glimpse or a touch of
something we haven't had in a few months.
Cracking jokes and critiquing the dancers is fun for a while, but then
I can't help myself and decide that I want a little more. I'm a
romantic and it usually gets me into trouble. So I start talking. I
flirt. I tease. I pay. They dance. It's a weird feeling, having
some girl rubbing her body against me, telling me about herself, or at
least a story about herself, playing along with the music, following
the usual script. But then the song changes and I pull out another
$20 to keep the story going. Not completely unlike buying the second
or third drink when you've been chatting up a girl at a bar, but more
up front, more honest in a way. You don't feel any early onset guilt
about knowing you're never going to call her the next day.
She's been telling me about her problems...
Her name is… hmm it seems to have slipped from my memory. But then
who am I really kidding, no one gives a damn. Not me, not the other
people here, or the hundreds of others before us. Hell, it's probably
not even her real one. What we do care about is watching her young
body on the stage, shaking and strutting to try and tease a few
crumpled bills from our pockets. The truth of it is she's doing a
damn good job of it, though the multiple buckets of overpriced beer
probably play at least a small role too.
I'm sitting here with one of my Navy buddies, we're in uniform,
getting paid too much to do too little, and we're enjoying the
attention. Yeah the girls are just trying to get our money, but we
don't care, they focus more on us than anyone else in the bar. It's
the same everywhere in this town. Put on the uniform and the girls
come running, why would the strippers be any different? Of course
they're probably just thinking we're easy marks, knowing we've been in
training for a while and more than eager for a glimpse or a touch of
something we haven't had in a few months.
Cracking jokes and critiquing the dancers is fun for a while, but then
I can't help myself and decide that I want a little more. I'm a
romantic and it usually gets me into trouble. So I start talking. I
flirt. I tease. I pay. They dance. It's a weird feeling, having
some girl rubbing her body against me, telling me about herself, or at
least a story about herself, playing along with the music, following
the usual script. But then the song changes and I pull out another
$20 to keep the story going. Not completely unlike buying the second
or third drink when you've been chatting up a girl at a bar, but more
up front, more honest in a way. You don't feel any early onset guilt
about knowing you're never going to call her the next day.
She's been telling me about her problems...
JUNE 2008
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