It’s no surprise that I have a fetish for men in uniform—let me rephrase that—for men in authoritative uniforms; cops, firefighters and especially military. This lust for a sexy man in a crisp uniform began when I was a little girl at my cousin’s wedding. Yes, even at 3 years old, as I paraded my cousins new husband around the room in his Coast Guard dress uniform and introduced him as my husband to all of their guests, I knew I wanted a man in uniform. But wanted him for what exactly? To play dress up with? For a short term fuck friend? Or for keeps?
I played around with my fair share of sailors on shore leave, men temporarily stationed here in Boston and military men just passing through. I’ve played with fire(fighters), toyed with Airmen and MP’s, had some kinky fun with a correctional officer and the list goes on and on…
But my Marine takes the cake!
If you frequent my blog, you are well versed in the story on Mr. Sports Fan and I, but just a quick re-cap for those who aren’t regulars: He’s a former Marine and we never intended to end up in a relationship, but hey, shit happens. We both meant for it to be a one night fuck…but here we are almost two years later. Fast forward to today and this post…
He re-enlisted. Today. For one year.
When he first sprung this idea on me as “just an idea” this past spring, I was infuriated, so much so that i threatened to walk away. How could he? How could he lure me into a relationship, make me feel things I didn’t want to feel and then do something so drastic, so life changing??
The more I thought about that reaction, the more I realized how selfish it was. Hey, I never claimed to be perfect!
That’s why, after a cooling off period and knowing that he was serious and this was really something he felt compelled to do, I talked to him about it again. I told him that it was unfair and selfish of me to respond the way I had in the spring and that if there was something I really felt strongly about doing, I know he would back me up 100%, so…as much as I don’t agree with the decision and don’t like it, I support him.
I never thought my words would come back to bite me in the ass. Today they have.
Today I had to decide whether to walk away or put my money where my mouth is and support the man who has changed my life in so many ways I can’t even begin to list them. This man, this U.S Marine, who was so afraid to tell me that he enlisted, that his palms were sweating and his face was red.
I may not like the decision, but I absolutely support him and am behind him 100% cheering him on. I’m absolutely proud to call him mine and will be here to love and support him while he serves and protects all of us.
This is going to be a ridiculously difficult year and I welcome any and all suggestions from those who have been there done that so please, fill up my comments section with tips because right now I feel like I’m going to need a distillery and a few bottles of Valium to get me through!