I was so freaking happy all day today! I had the most amazing night with a bunch of hot Australian Navy boys...

Started off meeting AS, the cop for a movie-- We saw 500 Days of Summer which paled in comparison to happened later that night. Though gave me the inspiration to suggest karaoke in the Village. Took a walk in the nice weather over there, and got some wings at 1849 (the best, actually) and then headed to my favorite karaoke bar. On the walk there, saw some guys in the telltale white uniforms except so much better because they're from the land down under! I didn't end up hanging out with that group, but got into the karaoke place and met so many of them!

The first guy I talked to (J) was a really sweetie, and I felt like I could actually talk to him. Plus he had blond hair and blue eyes. And that accent. Went around flirtin' and meetin' his friends, and when he came back to talk to me he asked if I had been faithful, claiming he had (though I had seen him chatting with several gals so I was dubious) He put his arm around me, all sweet-like and after a bit we kissed.

Met his friend, B who greeted me with a firm kiss on the lips! Crazy boy, and so incredibly hot. But an asshole, I found out.

Anyway, I noticed J had been chatting with one chick for awhile so I went over and got all close to him. He was sweet as ever. His friend came over, and J whispered to him. His friend proceeded to ask me to dance away from the table, so I assumed J had asked on purpose so he could be alone with the other girl.

I danced with a few of the guys, and then closely with one (R) in particular. R tried to kiss me, which I deflected until I saw J was gone. I just assumed he was off with that gal, so I went for it... Started making out with J's friend. (who wasn't very good to tell the truth, all messy and weak)

Then J came back, came up to me and asked "When do I get my dance?" I felt sooo bad. I told him, "I like you both." He looked at me, "How is that going to work?" I did the lean-in toward him but was still kind of dancing with his friend. His friend noticed, and said "You're sweet on J." And he was right. I shrugged, telling him "Well, I met him first." To which he replied, "Ooh, I'm moving in on his grass" (or at least that's what I thought I heard)

So, his friend making it easy for me, left and I was dancing with J. Back with the one I started with, the sweet one, the one I actually wanted. He kind of asked about me kissing his friend (a little hurt?) and I explained what I had thought earlier. I know, I'm bad but he made no mention of it after that.

We left the bar, holding hands and to cheers from the crowd cat-calling etc. He played me a song on a homeless man's guitar, then let them play and wrapped his arm around me leaning on me (he had hurt his foot jumping off the ship when he was sneaking out since his curfew was supposed to be 10p because he got trouble in London)

So of course he wanted to come home with me (also since he couldn't go back to the ship). I'm not allowed to have guys over, and I have followed that for a year, ever since MS. But I just couldn't say no to this guy. And I'm so glad I didn't...

The night with him was wonderful. He definitely knew how to please. His body was all man. He was this amazing kisser who knew how to kiss me on the neck with bite, he liked holding me, he kept calling me beautiful. We had sex. A couple times. It was good. He had some great moves, and licked me down there a little. Except that after the 2nd time, he kind of fell asleep... Was only upset because I wanted to go longer (all night) and he couldn't hold me while sleeping though we still slept close throughout.

In the morning, he asked if he had fallen asleep and apologized. And we kissed softly at first, then had another romp in the sack which was just delicious. I love doing it in the morning, or even just foreplaying it up. Just wish we had more time...

He's sailing off to Baltimore Thursday morning. But of course I knew he would be off soon since these Navy men always are. Somehow, I must've prepared myself for that because I'm still smiling, still reliving the night and on high (instead of sad, wondering if I'll hear from him again) Because it doesn't matter. Of course it would've been nice if he had actually showed up for our lunch date (he doesn't have a US phone; he's international remember). It would've been nice to see him before he leaves, to be with him, to see him off.

But it perfect. And how often can you say that?