Holy Crap! I have a type!

[elleflies]

I've discovered over these past few days that I have a type when it comes to men. And it wasn't the type I thought I had.

Generally I tell people that I like my men long and lean. Very DT-esque. Yum Yum Yum. And while, this is a preference, it doesn't seem to be my type.

I found out what my type was when I visited the USS New York for a free tour the other day. I ended up going alone because all my pilot buddies weren't all that interested and my friends all work real jobs (hiss boo).

So there I was alone and waiting in a big long line to get onto the ship. Being the bored, naturally gregarious person I am who suffers from the double whammy of also being from the south I ended up talking to the guy standing in line with me. BAD IDEA. I never ever ever should have done that. There's a reason New Yorkers are standoffish and don't talk to strangers and I forgot and suffered the consequences.



He was... quite a bit older then me, weighed quite a bit more then would ever qualify for long and lean, was unemployed and latched onto me for the entirety of the tour of the boat and wouldn't leave me alone.

The USS New York was amazing. It's primarily built to transport the Marines (800 of them!) and all their gear. They had set it up so all their transports and gear were on display for the general public to see and clamber upon. It was very neat in the "Hai Guys! This here is our Abrahms tank. It's lots of fun! Please come climb on it with us and sit in it and ask us questions!" sense. The line was too long so I never did get to go climb on the tank, but the other toys were a bit easier to get into - amphibious assault vehicles, humvees, there were helicopters on the deck. All of these were open to the public, and almost all of these I tried to hide in.

Because he wouldn't leave me alone!

I'd wander off and he would always always find me. He was like a hyperactive bunny, fluttering around and demanding I take his picture. All the while I'm looking for ways to sneak off. Don't get me wrong, he was a nice man, but his interest was making my uncomfortable when all I had done was speak to him out of boredom. It's almost like his brain went "Holy Crap! A girl is talking to me! She must want to jump my bones." Really, it all just boiled down to: I'm bored.

It got so bad that while on the deck of the USS New York I texted memphis86 and informed her that I might need to call her and pretend she was my boyfriend. Hopefully not, but I might.

And I totally did! Except her phone didn't ring, I got her voicemail and I'm left making some cutesy "Hi Sweetie! I miss you so much and wish you were here. I looooove you babe! Bye!!!" message while he's standing right next to me, still not getting the hint.

She totally paid me back by leaving me a voicemail later on in Dean Winchester's voice demanding Pie.

So I've still got my entourage and we walk into the final section of the tour. It was kind of broken up into sections: Armor (Tanks), Heavy Weapons (Howizters), Air (Helicopters) and the final section: Infantry (Grunts on the Ground).

The guys on the ground got the chance to set up their stuff and show people just exactly how they go about with the killin' and mayhem. It was a nice chance for the public to interact with the military and for the military to SHINE.

I walked in there and recognized them right off the bat. I deal with these guys and their gear on a regular basis - M4's, M16's, Battle Rattle (The BANE of my existence on a plane. Finding stowage room for those damn vests on a plane is the biggest PAIN IN THE ASS.) The marines had set everything up to the public could try on their gear and hold their weapons and get a taste for what they do outside of seeing them on the TV and hearing statistics. The great joy of my day was seeing some poor uniformed civilian try and pick up the vests thinking they couldn't possibly weigh that much. The damn things weigh 65lbs. The were many LULZ.

So of course after being asked to "take a picture of me, take a picture omg please please please take a picture!" I ended up striking up a conversation with some of the Marines, figuring that if I ignored him maybe he'd disappear.

I ended up completely hitting it off with one of the Marines. I stayed in there talking to him for well over an hour and even got asked out on a date. Which I would have taken him up on if I weren't leaving for Germany on the same day he got to get off the ship. The day I get back from Germany is the day the ship leaves port. FOILED. So we exchanged e-mails and hit it off so well that the conversation completely disintegrated into... well, if we ever get together again in the future, he'll wear his Dress Blues (because I totally think that uniform is hot and I totally told him that) and I'll wear my flight attendant outfit (because men have a weird flight attendant fixation) and since I am completely opposed to the Mile High Club (those lavatories are disgusting) we'd totally get down with the role play.

Yeah, I just met this guy.

Ladies and Gents, I present to you my type: The Infantry.

The last guy I dated was infantry and it appears that the only guy to catch my interest lately is infantry.

It's totally not my fault right? They're hot, fit and manly. I can't resist!

Also, I tend to like men who are forward. I don't do subtle relationship stuff well so I'm much happier when all the cards are on the table. Which is part of what was making me so nervous about my hanger on, who apparently got bored with me sequestering myself with the infantry marines and not looking his way. He left and I was FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I even got asked by the marines if we were together, at which point I totally got to thank them for rendering aid and rescuing me. My Heroes.

memphis86 totally spent the rest of the day laughing at me for my type. It was worth it though. They were yummy. I'd forgotten what it was like to be giddy over a boy. It's a nice feeling, I'd like more of that.

I did e-mail the hot marine to thank him for a good time on the ship and the timely rescue. I would love to hear back from him so I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

Comments

[gina-r-snape.livejournal.com]

Too much flirting on your Gitmo flight? Daaaaaaaaamn, girl. November spawned a monster.

Yes, thankfully you weren't transporting prisoners. That might cause you to develop a handcuff fetish unless you already have one.

[elrina753.livejournal.com]

Yeah.... I like to flirt. It's fun. Plus, captive audience (har har har)

I think I'll pass on the Prisoners. No handcuff fetishes here :)