I know The Fleet has come and gone from the East coast, but now it has made it’s way to The City of Roses (Portland, OR- my city of residence) and when my friend informed me she had won tickets to this “non-denim” (yes, the tickets specified no denim) formal affair event, we had to go - it was our patriotic duty after all.

I should take a second here to clarify a few things before I really get into this story. I would like to start out by saying I fully support the troops, after all my brother is in the Navy, and when I told him I was heading out to the annual Meet the Fleet festivities his only response was a very brotherly “Don’t hook up with sailors.” Granted, I really had no intention of hooking up with these guys, I was more seeking some attractive company who would buy me drinks and could possibly turn into a pen-pal who sends me presents.

In order to maximize my odds with nabbing me a high ranking sailor I had my brother write me out a little guide on how to separate the men from the boys. With my criteria in place I was ready to meet and greet the ocean’s finest. Read More »

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! Read More »