Just when you think...

Men are shit, something like this happens....

After a night of partying it up at my favorite Pub, my friend and I are on the sidewalk waiting for a cab. There are about 5 army guys (the haircut is always a giveaway) standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk. One of them turns around and says: "Hey, where you girls goin'?" Me, being the fabulous smart ass that I am reply: "Uhh, not to *name of nearby army base*". They laugh it up and come over and talk to us.

Finally a cab comes and my friend gets in. I walk home and one of the guys we were talking to offered to accompany me. I accept and we're on our way. He explains to me that he is a Sargent, and on course here for the summer. He is posted out West normally. We get to my place and sit and have another beer on my porch. We had great conversation and talked intelligently about a lot of things. It's one thing to hate army men, but I have a difficulty hating the ones that are actually educated. The problem's with the horny 18 year olds that got given rifles as soon as they got out of high school. He left at 4:30 am, asked for my number and I sent him on his way.

The next day was a big event in my life. My family was here to help me celebrate, and my roomate babysat my Mom's dog. She took him for a walk in the afternoon and when she returned there were roses on the porch. I came home and saw them, and immediately assumed they were from her. She said no, and that there was no name on the card.

These 2 roses were gorgeous and in a vase in an arrangement, none of these silly cellophane wrapped roses. I took a look at the card and it said congradulations on your achievement. I flipped it over and saw a phone number with an area code for out West. There was my answer.
From now on this fabulous cutie will be known as Flower Boy.

Flower Boy and I didn't even do anything intimate, we literally talked for 2 hours. He gave me a hug goodbye and I'm pretty sure I felt muscles under his shirt...*drool.