S is a military man --this is not uncommon for men around here. In fact, a HUGE two year investigation by the Washington Post, released this week Top Secret America, outlines and details the thousands and thousands of people who work right beside me every day, but I don't know exactly who they are or what they do.
S is one of them. He's not (as far as I know) a secret agent or anything like that. He's a career military man though, working at the Pentagon. I won't disclose more than that, and I don't KNOW much more than that.
Life dating a military man is different than anything I've ever experienced. In bed last night, I asked "what do you do all day?" This is after I asked if he liked his new job (just started this week) and he said excitedly that he loved it.
His reply? "Stuff and things." I smacked his arm and waited. He goes "I can't really talk in much detail about it....." and trailed off and got quiet. I hastily said I understood and we changed that subject very quick.
He has a desk job.
So, I wonder why his forehead is sunburned tonight and run my hand across the back of his head, feeling the sharp bristles of a brand-new high-and-tight haircut and wonder what those baby blues of his see all day long.