My hands and feet are made of brilliant, shining gold glowing in the night as Geoff and I walk along the water front at City Beach in my hometown. We are holding hands and kissing and laughing and having deep discussions. There is a grove of Juniper trees and we notice a path that winds inward. We follow it in and see two gaming stations, side by side, illuminated by a streetlamp above. The stations are each comprised of black reclining cushioned chairs with electronic gun holsters across from large screens with game demos running depicting naval military scenarios. Geoff and I jump into the chairs and an automatic voice prompter says “ 25 cents per play, no charge for ladies.” We start playing and I notice that it’s really difficult for me to pinch the trigger with my gold finger. My hands just don’t feel strong enough. I look over and Geoff is deep in concentration, doing really well and racking up lots of points. We both hate guns, so I joke that maybe he’s a military man after all. Suddenly, a fully decorated naval officer emerges out of nowhere and confirms my teasing comment in all seriousness. These games are a way of recruiting new troops and he thinks Geoff has what it takes. I think this is hilarious but keep a straight face. “What about me, sir? Do I have what it takes to be navy girl?” I ask. “Well… um, well… you’re just not too good with the gun.” He says. By now I have to fight exploding from laughter. I manage to fake a really disappointed pouting look. Geoff is almost losing it. The military guy marches off and we are rolling--imitating him and cracking up hysterically.
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