DEBBIE's blog: "just for sex sake"

paAn Earlier Blog got me to thinking about the things be plan on doing before we die. How many things on our lists do we actually get to do? Well I must be one lucky Bitch. I got one that I never even thought to put on my list. I got to find LOVE but problem is we just happen to live a world apart. And it seems like a lifetime away too I know we will be together eventually but some moments it seems so unattainable like when you are finally asleep, after hours of tossing and turning you have the most wonderful dream everything is so peaceful and warm, to the point of being comforting,any one that been seperated by great distances must have felt this one you can feel their arms around you. You are startled awake, it seemed so real you can still feel their warmth envelope you, smell their scent. You are still groggy then you start coming around you reach out to grab them so the feeling can't escape and the body warmth you felt on the pillow is gone.It is as cold as if Jack friggin Frost had taken a big old Dump right next to you Ok, back to the pointThings I will never be able to do. Let's see when I was little I wanted to be a farmer like my daddy, then there was the first vacation that I can remember to the mountains. Thats when I decided I was going to be a mountain climbing Indian when I grew up (like I could change my bloodline) Then I grew up and decided I wanted to be a Hippie, dopehead groupie. 2 out of 3 aint bad. Then I graduated 8th grade, went into high school then we take a placement test of sorts given to us by the air force. Said I should train to be mechanic on jet engines. Talk about hot and bothered for a dream .Ya know nice round tight tushy in uniform young girl full of raging hormones. Agree that this is new lifes ambition this is calling hell could always be mechanic on commercial airliners after service if made out. Even went so far as to having recruiting officer to talk with family and set up appointment for physical then next day while walking home from school. Now that I look back on it through adult eyes, something not quite right , if it were my daughter I would not allow it either.Back to the point while walking home from school I saw the ugliest raggediest pick-up I had ever seen in my life driven by the ugliest jar head I had ever seen, believe me nothing. Against the Marines I have a great respect for them,my uncle was a marine during pearl harbor He was a lucky one made it home. Well this ugly pick-up circled the block i was non about 10 times before i could make it to the end. Bag of hormones that I was of course even ugly attention turned my head, he was 22 I was 14. Of course we not going to tell my parents that,Like they going to believe he is 18 which in it self is still too old for a young girl like I was. He being a Marine talked me into backing out of joining up.Talk about pissed when the officer was NOT a happy camper when I had to tell him.Luckily hadn't signed anything yet. Just think where I could be If I had joined. Well 2 weeks after he went back to boot camp. My father intercepted unbeknownst to me a package the exact size of a ring box. Are we getting the picture here? Fourteen year old girl here a marine at least 22 could have been upwards of 25 as far as I will ever know.There goes my dream of seeing the world England And Austraila I LOVE YOU TIM!!!