Men in Uniforms?

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So I know we have all heard the statement "I love a man in uniform". I think I heard this as a young child and my mother's infatuation with "An Officer and a Gentleman", took me to a completely different place than most. When most people use that phrase they are generally speaking about men serving in the armed forces, don't get me wrong those are great too, but I wonder why let it stop there.

My first man in uniform, we will call him Jay. I was 16 and he was probably too old for me, but I think that uniform did it for me. He came in the store I worked daily and I was smitten. I didn't act on that feeling, nor did the fact that the uniform he wore belonged to the oil changing place, change how I felt. Like I said, uniforms are uniforms, right?

Next we had the one we will call, Tim, Oh Tim.. hmmm he was a looker, and the uniform rawr! I am telling you these uniforms are like status symbols right? This one I did have a relationship with and was my first love, well until he broke my heart into a million pieces when he decided it would be a good idea, to hurt me to have sex with one of my friends, this friend also was the one holding me while I cried because I didn't know who this "mystery" girl was that ruined my world. Trust me I got the better end of the deal by this loser dumping me. I sooo should have learned from this. This charmer wore the uniform from the Auto Parts store, but I didn't care.

Now I did not let infatuation end with guys who changed oil, fixed your car, or served our country, but I took it to a whole new levels as saw fit. I can not think of one occupation of a man wearing a uniform that does not make me smile. It may sound trivial but as I got older and reflect back I wonder why in the world this happened. Alas I think I have the answer, what do all of these people have in common? They are all employed, meaning they all have jobs, and there it is posted on their clothing along with their names and freshly starched shirts, a statement that says, hey chick, look at me I am stable and I can take care of you and you can wash my uniforms. Even an inmate, even though it is not a respected one, they too have jobs and uniforms. To be young again, I was naive as they come. For some reason I believed a prince charming would come riding in wearing his super cool uniform and save the day. Just one of those fantasies I had in my mind.

This was just one of the many things as a teenager that made me different, my thoughts on people are quite possibly the one thing that kept me out of the "in" crowd. I was interested by everyone and how they thought and felt. What makes people tick. There were so many "groups" of people. We had at my school, the In crowd, the artsy people, the super smart people, the ones that wore black, the outcasts, the band people, the jocks, and a few more. Where did I fit in, in the scheme of these, I don't really think I did, I can think of friends I had from each group and how does this tie in with this blog? Because like the men I was so infatuated with, these people too wore uniforms, just not the ones with name tags. The In crowd displayed their uniforms through the best clothes, the band people wore band, dance line, majorette uniforms, the artsy people wore tie dyed clothing and had hacky sacks, the black wearing crowd, wore of course black and trench coats and black eyeliner, Me? lol I was fine in a sweat shirt and blue jeans. BUT as I looked at each of these groups those uniforms made them special, you could see what group they belonged to because of their uniforms. So which one of these guys did I end up with, well first I married a self proclaimed stoner and however his status and him being so different from me, I loved him, that unfortunately did not last. Now for the last 6 years I have been married to and have to children by.... this was very shocking even to me... the one from the black wearing crowd. He had long hair and the trench coat and all, who would have known right. You just never know. I have no idea which uniform my children will wear, but I know that whatever they choose will be perfect as long as they are happy and are being themselves!

My lesson learned was it is not the uniform worn, It IS the people underneath it that make it.
I guess long story short, don't judge a book by its cover or its uhm uniform!

Until next time