Tuesday, June 16, 2009

firefighters

Been away awhile without doing much in between these days of not writing-I've been thinking about firefighters.
As a woman who was once divorced I hooked up with some lovely firefighters one spring one summer. They were such lovely men. All divorced all brave and handsome and sexy. I made out with one of them in his car in my driveway and the man was such a good kisser that I didn't want to leave the car even though I knew I had to. Another was so sweet and sassy and had such beautiful curly hair. One day he drove me to work in the morning and he started to tell me about his job and how his station had one of the big cranes to go up high into fires and he described how sometimes you would be surrounded by flames just to do your job but it was the best way to save people sometimes. He may have been giving me a line but I have to say I practically had an orgasm just listening to him. It was the first time I understood the "men in uniform thing". It was just so masculine and brave and hot for the first true time in my life I really started to appreciate MEN for being so different from women.

The third firefighter however, was the best. He was the best. He was the kindest, sweetest, most loving man and he was fun too. And he saved children from drowning and he pulled kittens from trees. And as a recently divorced woman, I was down. I had a baby who had changed my body. I had not been loved in a good way for a long time and thought that I might never be again. I was 15 years older, not youthful anymore. I was insecure. That man loved me real good, I have to say. He'd go home and then I'd call him up and he'd come running back for more. That man made me feel like the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. I was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen when I was around him. That summer we were together was amazing and I am still sad that it had to end. I think about him a lot and wish I could see him to thank him for bringing me back up to an even higher ground. I hope he has a good woman-one who calls him up frequently and doesn't give him a hard time like we do with our men.

It may be a cliche and a stereotype to view firefighters as sex symbols-do they mind? I don't know, but I do know that these three guys changed my life. They changed my view of men at a time when it needed changing and they brought me into a part of myself I had denied. For that I don't mind.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

So where do I find myself one of these firefighters? Perhaps a small fire would do the trick:)

not-so suburban momma said...

it's easier than you think ;)

fullonmommy said...

what the hell? were you just hanging around the station or something?
how does one meet and hang out with not one, but three firefighters? and get to try them on like shoes?

not-so suburban momma said...

I used to have a lot more mojo LOL..