Happy Fleet Week, New Yorkers!

I don’t know about you, but there’s something about a man in uniform that piques my interest. They’re so neat and poised (even if it’s because of extremely intense training… and boot camp), so strong and capable, so… hot. Even if a guy’s a six, you throw him in a uniform and he’s bumped up at least to a seven, instantly. And seven’s can be negotiable, justifiable even. (For other rating boosters, see: accents and business suits. Same effect.)

For those who haven’t seen the Sex and the City episode, or been to New York, Fleet Week is an eagerly anticipated time of year for single(ish?) young women who love a man in uniform… a Navy uniform, that is. From May 21 through Wednesday, May 28, the city is taken over by sailors. Ahoy, matee!

I have yet to experience my own sailor encounter, but I have friends from the city with great stories of high school days spent chasing (and being chased by) military men in their twenties. One friend even took a sailor to her senior prom. The closest I’ve ever come to these stories doesn’t even touch Fleet Week. I dated someone in ROTC during college, and it didn’t even last long enough for me ever to take advantage of the uniform. Sigh…

Last year, I was new to New York and didn’t really know where to find these sailors everyone kept talking about. Sure, I’d see a couple on my way through midtown, but otherwise I was at a loss. Come on, thousands of sailors were pouring into the city and I couldn’t find any? What was I doing wrong?

Well, I forgot that they’re tourists. Obviously, that’s why I never saw them. Fleet Week is like a vacation of sorts for sailors, hence why I forgot, as New York residents tend to do. They’re trouncing through Times Square and the like, which is why I missed them entirely. Perhaps this year I’ll do better scouting them out. Since they’re on leave, surely they’d be up for some fun in the city before going back to sea

So tell us, ladies, do you have any Fleet Week stories we can live vicariously through? Let us know!