There’s no better place to see fireworks on the 4th of July than on a military base.
It was a positively sultry summer night here last night. We went to a Marine Corps base not far from here to watch the fireworks display, and it must have been 95 degrees. The Marines seemed to be doing ok in the heat, though. They’re pretty tough.
Not me, though. I was sweating a little. Even in a mini and midriff, I couldn’t quite get comfortable. It was pleasant, though. I carried my sandals and walked barefoot through the field, looking at all the concession stands, the kiddie rides, and of course, the Marines.
And they looked back. A lot.
I like being looked at. So what? They like looking. So what? Get your thong out of a knot. It’s BIOLOGY, duh. Perfectly natural. If I didn’t like being visually appreciated, I’d wear a burkah.
Anyways, I was rather intrigued by one particular Marine. This Marine surprised me with a very thorough look. I returned it happily. So we got to talking, and wound up yacking away for like 15 minutes. We have a lot in common. We wound up exchanging numbers, but I think I’ll let her call me first.
Put a sock in it, prude.