April 2008 Archives
Thanks for the patience everyone! I wish I could say I was suffering somewhere horrible so it wouldn't be so bad that I hadn't posted, but I was in Hawaii for an exercise and besides the work I had some great times! This is going to be a pretty comprehensive post as there are a few stories and thoughts to share here.
First - prostitution...
Whoa! What?
Yeah, hookers are everywhere on Waikiki - not exactly family entertainment. Not interacting with hookers was one of my last bastions of midwestern innocence that was shattered midway through my trip.
About halfway through the exercise a couple of NCOs and I were going stir-crazy and just needed to get out on the town for dinner and a couple drinks. I'm proud to say that I actually got to bed by 12:30 AM (8 AM call at work), but on the way back to our car there was about a three city-block line of hookers waiting to greet us and any other tourist that had to run this gauntlet. Most were pretty polite - just a "hey" or "hello" here and there, but there was one that got aggressive...
Hooker: "Hey, where you going"
Arctic Fox: "Home"
Hooker: "Where's home?
Arctic Fox (not about to let her know what military base I was staying on): "Iowa"
Hooker: "Is that even a state?"
Arctic Fox: "It's a great state!"
Hooker: "I'll put you in a great state."
Arctic Fox: "I gotta go..."
I'm not going to lie, I wanted to give her a hug right there just for the great wordplay, but that would probably have been misinterpreted as me wanting to go to "Iowa" with her.
At first I couldn't believe I was the type of person that a hooker would approach, but a group of three guys on a weeknight walking down the obvious line of hookers and not avoiding them - I could imagine why they might have thought they could make a few bucks off of us.
Thinking about it, however, I don't think I could ever be in a position to buy (rent?) a hooker. First, I'm like a sex camel. I won't lie, I feel a bit of...stress...when going through a dry spell like any other guy, but (especially recently) in the always epic battle between my brains and my balls my brain seems to have the upper hand. It's not like that I have women throwing themselves at me left and right (except for hookers), but I've passed on a few "opportunities" because it was better in the long term to stay away from the ensuing craziness or for good, moral reasons (yes, I still consider myself a "good guy" blogging notwithstanding).
Some other tidbits from Hawaii -
I met a girl there (no nickname - just a random) who couldn't stop saying in her interactions with others (especially men) - "that's not scoring you any points with me." Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and just flatly stated, "it's not about scoring points with you, it's about me having a good time with the group." I'm all for people being confident, but in social interactions (especially dating) it shouldn't be about getting people to "score points" or subject themselves to you, but it should just be about an overall good time. Sorry, random rant, but it was on my mind.
Wear extra sunscreen - I slathered on the SPF 30 twice and now I'm peeling skin by the metric ton, I have what can only be described as a "Gorbachev Spot" where I got burned, and the skin from my nose might fall off. I've already convinced a couple of people that I had a flesh-eating virus. However, I'm actually pretty tan (for me) and it's also hilarious to watch people that just went through two snowstorms try and figure out how you got a sunburn.
In other news, I went on a date!
I've replaced the crazy "Don't Touch Me" with another, slightly less crazy woman. No name yet, but we'll figure it out. Just dinner and a movie, but some definite red flags. First, she's divorced...I've never had to deal with that baggage before. Second, her roommate is her ex-boyfriend - she wanted to come to Alaska anyway, and found a guy to date and live with...the lease evidently lasted longer than the relationship. The positives are that she can take the occasional kiss on the cheek without immediately going to confession, we seem to have a good, comfortable interaction, and she doesn't seem crazy... As always I'll keep you posted, but we're firmly planted in "Happyville" for right now.
I'll be calling the Doctor tonight and The Bag Lady before I go to Florida.
Yes! That's right! The tropical destinations seem to have no end for me :) I'm slated for a class in Panama City from about April 18th until May 20th. Almost a solid month in Panama City in vicinity of many friends. I'll be leaving just in time for my sunburn to heal. I'll caveat that with the fact that I've been gone for two weeks and I'm not sure what the status of everything is and the MPF doesn't even seem to have a training office (the 9th phone number today was the charm). All things to deal with tomorrow...but as of now everything is still looking pretty good - wish me luck!
Also, if anyone that found this blog in Hawaii is still reading this - welcome! All thoughts are welcome!
Until next time - I'll be itching and on the phone...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
First - prostitution...
Whoa! What?
Yeah, hookers are everywhere on Waikiki - not exactly family entertainment. Not interacting with hookers was one of my last bastions of midwestern innocence that was shattered midway through my trip.
About halfway through the exercise a couple of NCOs and I were going stir-crazy and just needed to get out on the town for dinner and a couple drinks. I'm proud to say that I actually got to bed by 12:30 AM (8 AM call at work), but on the way back to our car there was about a three city-block line of hookers waiting to greet us and any other tourist that had to run this gauntlet. Most were pretty polite - just a "hey" or "hello" here and there, but there was one that got aggressive...
Hooker: "Hey, where you going"
Arctic Fox: "Home"
Hooker: "Where's home?
Arctic Fox (not about to let her know what military base I was staying on): "Iowa"
Hooker: "Is that even a state?"
Arctic Fox: "It's a great state!"
Hooker: "I'll put you in a great state."
Arctic Fox: "I gotta go..."
I'm not going to lie, I wanted to give her a hug right there just for the great wordplay, but that would probably have been misinterpreted as me wanting to go to "Iowa" with her.
At first I couldn't believe I was the type of person that a hooker would approach, but a group of three guys on a weeknight walking down the obvious line of hookers and not avoiding them - I could imagine why they might have thought they could make a few bucks off of us.
Thinking about it, however, I don't think I could ever be in a position to buy (rent?) a hooker. First, I'm like a sex camel. I won't lie, I feel a bit of...stress...when going through a dry spell like any other guy, but (especially recently) in the always epic battle between my brains and my balls my brain seems to have the upper hand. It's not like that I have women throwing themselves at me left and right (except for hookers), but I've passed on a few "opportunities" because it was better in the long term to stay away from the ensuing craziness or for good, moral reasons (yes, I still consider myself a "good guy" blogging notwithstanding).
Some other tidbits from Hawaii -
I met a girl there (no nickname - just a random) who couldn't stop saying in her interactions with others (especially men) - "that's not scoring you any points with me." Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and just flatly stated, "it's not about scoring points with you, it's about me having a good time with the group." I'm all for people being confident, but in social interactions (especially dating) it shouldn't be about getting people to "score points" or subject themselves to you, but it should just be about an overall good time. Sorry, random rant, but it was on my mind.
Wear extra sunscreen - I slathered on the SPF 30 twice and now I'm peeling skin by the metric ton, I have what can only be described as a "Gorbachev Spot" where I got burned, and the skin from my nose might fall off. I've already convinced a couple of people that I had a flesh-eating virus. However, I'm actually pretty tan (for me) and it's also hilarious to watch people that just went through two snowstorms try and figure out how you got a sunburn.
In other news, I went on a date!
I've replaced the crazy "Don't Touch Me" with another, slightly less crazy woman. No name yet, but we'll figure it out. Just dinner and a movie, but some definite red flags. First, she's divorced...I've never had to deal with that baggage before. Second, her roommate is her ex-boyfriend - she wanted to come to Alaska anyway, and found a guy to date and live with...the lease evidently lasted longer than the relationship. The positives are that she can take the occasional kiss on the cheek without immediately going to confession, we seem to have a good, comfortable interaction, and she doesn't seem crazy... As always I'll keep you posted, but we're firmly planted in "Happyville" for right now.
I'll be calling the Doctor tonight and The Bag Lady before I go to Florida.
Yes! That's right! The tropical destinations seem to have no end for me :) I'm slated for a class in Panama City from about April 18th until May 20th. Almost a solid month in Panama City in vicinity of many friends. I'll be leaving just in time for my sunburn to heal. I'll caveat that with the fact that I've been gone for two weeks and I'm not sure what the status of everything is and the MPF doesn't even seem to have a training office (the 9th phone number today was the charm). All things to deal with tomorrow...but as of now everything is still looking pretty good - wish me luck!
Also, if anyone that found this blog in Hawaii is still reading this - welcome! All thoughts are welcome!
Until next time - I'll be itching and on the phone...
AirForceKush - aka - The Arctic Fox
