San Antonio Sex-As or men in uniform galore

Dearest Dear Troops,

I am on paid medical leave. I am down here in San Antonio to visit my oldest and dearest friend. I don't get to see alot of people in uniform. Where I live, there are no bases. But when I move to California, I will get my fix. Oh yesss.

So, there are several bases down here. And there are men in uniform. Pre boarding I kept noticing a gentleman looking at me. When one has the PTSD, the spidey sense does tingle. As subtley as possible (I have subtlety issues) I whipped my head around to stare him down. Oh my. A gentleman, around my age in a uniform. His manner was easy going, I could read 'Army' on the front of his uniform (is it only Marines who call them blouses?) - I smiled. I tend to smile at people because that is how I am. I dole out smiles and good thoughts with reckless abandon. That is who I am.

One day, I will get a big dose of love and roll in it. Yeah.

So the Army d00d sat a few rows back and read. It was nice to see a man, going somewhere to do something, perhaps awful, at ease. Relaxing and enjoying his book and looking at me.

I am nothing special. I was wearing a beret. Not a green beret. A purple one. Perhaps he thought I was part of a crack team of purple berets?



I fell asleep after a while as I have not been sleeping. Ye olde depression has crushed me like a building in a Godzilla movie.

Anyways, tonight after a fine repast with my bestie and her husband, we went to Super Target. It was my first time in a Super Target. I was there to get muscle milk and luna bars. They to shop.
In walked a man, so exquisite I immediately began making witty comments while fingering ball shaped produce. At some point Im sure I faux fellated a cucumber.

No, but really. This fellow was also about my age. We kept running into each other in different aisles. All his grocery choices were spot on. Newmans Own, wine for example. Then he checked out a lane away from ours.

I should of walked over to introduce him and get a close look at the way his pants tucked into his boots or how he kept cracking a smile when he saw me.

I didn't. But it was not all for naught, really. I got to smile, make a soldier laugh a few times and appreciate a man at leisure, no fighting, no warring. Just shopping with some crazy pale faced girl singing show tunes, 'I am the very model of a modern major general!'.

Tomorrow, we go to Corpus Christi and apparently there is a battleship there and allegedly there might be a sailor or two. I will say Hello to the gulf for you all and gather some seashells.

My dear dear dear friend gets up at 4:00 AM TO GO WORK OUT, so I better hit the g.d. hay. We will be on the road to the gulf by dawn thirty.

Sickly me, sans makeups and fancy lighting, not even a whisper of lip gloss. But, you may note my purple beret. I look tired because I am the tiredest person in the world currently.