I pick up a sailor during Rose Festival's Fleet Week.
Me: 'Howdy Sailor!' I say with a smile.
He smiles back and tells me where we're off to.
Me: So what ya from?
He: Right here in Portland.
Me: Right on. That's gotta be cool, being able to come home and see the family and whatnot while you're docked.
He: Actually, ya know what? You seem like you're fairly cool.
Me: I am. Thanks.
He: Ha! I'm not actually a sailor.
Me: Huh. So what's with the whites?
He: I bought this at a thrift store for $5.00 so I could get laid this week.
Me: Huh. So how's that workin' out for ya?
He: Every night so far.
Me: Except tonight, right?
He: Not at all, tonight I got YOU.
Me: Oh puh-leeeeze. I'm the only sober woman you're going to run into for the next 3 days, do you really think that's gonna work on ME?
He: Well, I had to try. You're kinda cute, do you wanna come in?
Me: Oh jeez. We're here. Good thing I didn't have more time to think about it or I just might have. Good luck to you.
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1 comment:
ROFLMAO
I met my (sailor) DH during fleet week in San Francisco (19 years ago). I wasn't drunk, he didn't get laid the night he met me, either LOL
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