I met a Navy Captain today.

I was at B&N, in the Military History section, collecting some books on SEALs when this guy came up behind me (older man, toned, gray hair) and says, "No offense, but what's a pretty girl like you doing reading military books?" After the initial "ZOMFG U SNUCKED UP ON ME LIEK STEALTH MILITARY ACTIONS" moment, I told him I was interested in special forces. I've always thought Navy Divers were sweet as hell (probably because I dive), so I told him that and that I'd been reading books with SEALs as characters and wanted to learn more. It turns out he's a Navy Captain from the naval base near by. We chatted for a while (he bought me coffee, which was insanely nice of him). He told me he had two sons. The eldest was about my age and had just decided to join the SEALs. The younger had plans to list in the Marines. Originally, the younger was going to do army special ops, but the captain talked him out of that. The way he told it was hilarious. "No son of mine was going into the army hurrhurr" kind of thing. Made me laugh.

He also told me that the SEALs he knew he'd never let within fifty feet of me. Apparently, I'm too nice for them. Except for two who he decided would be okay because they'd rip off all the other guys' arms if they looked at me wrong. I asked for their numbers. He said they were too old for me.

Eventually, the captain started telling me about some of the missions he's done. He worked a bit with Desert Storm and a few other deals in the middle east, and was stationed somewhere in the South Pacific for a while on an aircraft carrier. And he actually answered some of my questions with "I Can't tell you that, it's classified." I was like "...no shit." He took it wrong, and said, "No, really, I'm serious. I can't tell you. Sorry." At that point, I just got all excited because I had just met someone who had done classified stuff for the government. Hell if I care what he did. But he did stuff. That was when he said I'd make a good military wife, because the thought of the classified jobs didn't make me nuts; I was satisfied just to think someone I knew was doing something top-secret. That made me laugh, so I told him I'd only tolerate the "It's classified" line from my husband if he followed it up with dirty sex on the kitchen counter. Apparently, the captain's wife feels similarly. We lol'd. Hard. People in the cafe in B&N stared.

So he was a great guy to chat with, all in all. And I've got my SEAL books. YAY!