Fleet Marine Life #126 – No Need To Ask… We Can Already Tell | iHateTheUSMC
Ok before we get going let me just say right off the bat, that I don't have a problem with gays (as long as they don't try to hit on me we'll have no problems). In fact, I'm rather supportive of gays, the way I see it, one gay couple frees up two women for me! So yeah, I'm not trying to do a gay-bashing piece and I hope this doesn't devolve into one. Now that that's out of the way, I want to follow up by saying that this is a true story. Our hero Steven is basically my roommate and myself rolled into one (maybe not the best choice of words…) and the girl is a civilian friend of ours (who will remain nameless). She came to our door one night earlier this week with this completely horrified look on her face. So of course naturally we asked what was wrong and she recounted the story above with some extra details that I didn't have room for. What really hit me about this entire experience is, after she was done telling her story, I still found myself waiting for the horrifying part.