Bad Cia, Bad!

For those of you who know me well, know I have a little thing for men in uniform.  I am not sure what it is, perhaps it is the AMAZING abs, the cute butt, the sparkly medals on the uniform, or the assumption that they have already been vetted by the U.S. government so they must be good catches.   Whatever it is, I have a thing for men in uniform.  


For those of you who know me also know that I have given up men in uniform, with extreme difficulty.  No more men in uniform for Cia!  This was a difficult decision I had to make, but it turns out the U.S. doesn't vet them enough and my experiences have never ended well.  Ok, this could have something to do with my inability to end a relationship without blowing up the bridge in a fiery ball of disaster, but that is beside the point.  Lets just say the reason I don't date men in uniform anymore is a long story that I don't want to get into right now...but it has something to do with breaking the cycle.


Anyway, the point of all this is that on my recent trip to Rabat I heard of this place called the Marine House which is a house filled with Marines who also serve beer.  HOLY S***!  And then I remembered that I am not allowed to date men in uniform anymore...s***.  Wait, but I can look, right?  I can even talk to one, right?  No harm done!  So off I  went with some fellow PCVs who know of my predicament and promise to keep me in line.


Let me just say that the Marine House is AMAZING!  And not for the reasons you might think based off of what I wrote above.  It is a house with five Marines who open their doors and serve beer like Sam Adams so people can have a good time.  And a good time was had!  We danced all night to great music that I remember from middle school, I drank Sam Adams, met some really nice people, and felt like I was back in D.C. at a house party. 


So, thank you Marines at the Marine House.  Thank you for playing good music, thank you for serving Sam Adams, and thank you for showing me your abs, they are very nice :)