The Gold Mine 42: May 30, 2005

Stuff I've dug up.

Here's an excerpt from a diary entry I wrote on today's date two years ago. I was 25.

Memorial Day.5.30.2005.Evening.
I didn't really do anything to commemorate the Memorial Day holiday, unless talking to S. on the phone counts. She is, after all, one of our gals in uniform.

Tonight all she wanted to talk about was boys. It seems that she likes one boy who isn't biting, but there's another boy who has expressed interest in at least getting into her pants, and she's trying to decide whether to go for Boy No. 2 or hold out for No. 1. I suspect she called me because she knows I will always advocate having sex with a twenty year-old sailor as often as the opportunity presents itself (and in my own case, it doesn't present itself nearly often enough).