Impossible to Resist.
My fondest - and only - memory of scouting out men in uniforms was during my freshman year of high school, when the knobby-kneed 15-year-old that I was braved the fleet week crowds (of much more mature women) to catch brief glimpses of the uniforms in action. With my best friend in tow, we glimpsed, we goggled, and then we hopped the first train back to Brooklyn, giggling like school girls who had just tiptoed into adulthood without saying a word. Enjoy!
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