Do you remember when I said that I think maybe Steve ruined me for other guys? Yeah, that's a lie. Because, baby, I am so not ruined.
I met this really hot man and he's not like a normal hot guy you might see walking down the street every once in a while. No, he is like, movie star hot. I'm dead fuckin' serious, this man looked like he fell from heaven because he was so perfect and so hot. I cannot even stress how hot he was, you would just have to see him for yourself.
But anyway, so I met him and he's a really, really sexy soldier and we weren't supposed to get physical because, well, he could get in trouble if someone above him found out.
The minute I saw him I about died. My heart started beating faster and I was already nervous and seeing how hot he was, just made me even more nervous.
At first, we were good. I thought he was super sexy and always made sure to look my best whenever I would talk with him and he totally had to know that I would dress up for him because the first time I talked to him I was wearing baggy clothes and this ugly, old jacket and then after I saw how hot he was I would dress nicer. But yeah, so we were good at keeping our relationship strictly professional . . . Well, except for when he would touch my hands or arms or knees . . . OMG, his touch about melted my skin. And whenever he would give me his perfect smile, I could never say no.
He had this really sexy phone voice too. He has the most amazing voice that I have ever heard in my whole entire life, and probably ever will hear.
Anyway, so where was I? Oh, right, we were being good for a while. Then one night he called me (with his sexy voice ;) and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner and a movie. Naturally, when a man that fine asks you out, you're going to say yes, even if he is nine years older than you . . .
We skipped dinner because I had actually just eaten dinner (two portions) so I really wasn't hungry. We just rented a movie (The Hangover II) and went back to his place. His house was kinda bare, like he was in the middle of moving or something. But, whatever. We watched the movie in his room because his living room was empty, except for the empty cage where his iguana had been, and because bedrooms are just good places to watch movies. ;)
The movie started and probably two minutes later he wanted to get naked. I don't really sleep around and I'm really not a slut, but how am I supposed to say no to the sexiest soldier I've ever seen? That's right, I'm not.
He's not only perfect with clothes on, but he's also perfect without anything on at all. I have never seen a man as perfect as him. He is amazing. And he was a man.
I haven't heard from him since the day after our hook-up, because I don't have an excuse to talk to him anymore since I failed a test at the MEPS and because he hasn't contacted me again. :( I didn't really expect to hear from him again even though he did suggest we do it again sometime, but I certainly hoped I would.
I am definitely not ruined for other men. And right about the time I met Sgt. Perfect, I realized I was getting over Steve. I don't think about him nearly as much. I can now see how much of a douchebag he was at times and that he was just full of broken promises and empty dreams. I'm finally moving on. And that soldier might have just helped me move on a little bit faster.
Mmm, I love me some sexy soldiers.
