Beggars can’t be choosers

Like all women, I am enthralled with firemen.

Honestly, they all seem to be so brawny and handsome, they take my breath away in their sexy uniforms.

Give me a 45 – 55 year old man in boots, a tight navy blue t-shirt and bulging biceps and call me a happy girl!

The best part of firemen is not that they are so handsome and strong, though.

It’s that they tend to travel in packs.

So you get six for the price of one.

It renders me mute!

Man, I love me some firemen.

Men with hero complexes in general are very sexy.

Paramedics.

EMTs.

Search & Rescue.

Military men.

And while I am a strong and capable woman, I’m sorely tempted to pretend to need rescue just to engage them.

I went out with a fireman.

Once.

Once was all it took.

He spent the entire time talking about himself and I swear, if he knew my name or what I did for a living at the end of the date, I’D BE SHOCKED!

His profile still pops up on dating websites.

They guy is still single.

Go figure.

But I think he’s the exception to the rule and his self-absorbed behavior still hasn’t turned me off to the utter and total sexiness of firemen.

All this is to say, since I’ve been working on finding paramedics to cover the summer campout, I’ve been flush with paramedics, EMTs and firemen.

They’re coming out of the woodwork.

Much to my pleasure!

Beggars can’t be choosers!