Whats Happenings

Perchance, happenstance, my sailor found me as I arrived (a package deal) but I stole his heart and wouldn’t share, though some so-and-so tried. She’s lucky she’s still alive. Thankfully my sailor couldn’t be bribed. He was revived, not villified, by my return. He told me all about so-and-so. I said so-what, we had just met, no big deal. But I didn’t know she’d hide behind rocks, at the end of our dates, ga-ga-ing over him. Her glasses brim with puppy loving, but I stole his heart. It was around my neck so she couldn’t find it. Kick to the curb, so-and-so, you're so outta there. Really “out there!” My Prince, thus nicknamed, brought me to a movie, first base - ahem…I mean on base. We kissed, we missed what was playing in the dark. He took my hand as our lips played like a bow and harp. I momentarily look up. Some chump, who worked there was holding my hand - I am NOT that kind of girl. Roll up your sleeves…knock out this jerk, this l o s e r. MY sailor had won my heart. No other hand comes close. Did I tell ya, I also had a sailor in the chow hall, during boot camp, lick my boots - no my hand. What is wrong with the seas. Glad I swept up the pearl and not the disease. 9/2/2022