The Marine wants to go out...

.....God help me.

While checking my email on the way home from work last night (seriously, someone surgically separate me from my iPhone. I may never actually read a book again), I noticed I had an email from the scary-looking Marine, who got in contact with me last month, and who I’ve exchanged friendly words with on and off since then.

He wants to meet for a drink next week, when he’s got a week off from firing missiles, or whatever it is he gets up to.

Gah!!

Well, this should be an interesting evening.... and before you ask, no, I am not going back to his house! Although seeing as he could probably pick me up with one hand and sling me over his shoulder, if he was really quite insistent, I doubt I’d have much say in the matter...