When Top Gun Sex Feels Like Top Shelf Love

Guard your heart or you’ll get goosed

Aimée Brown Gramblin
The Memoirist

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Closeup photograph of sexy couple
Deposit Photos by Alla Serebrina

April 1999

Gabe and I fell for each other so hard we couldn’t feel the sting of pavement when we hit.

It was April 1999.

Gabe always got drunk before he came to see me. He’d show off when my roommate, Christina, and I had people over to our apartment, strutting like a cock in front of our friends after he and I had sex. Gabe’d walk out in jeans and a wife-beater, grinning from ear to ear.

When I finally emerged, he’d say, “Hey Sweetie, can you scratch my back?”

He could be a real dog, even had dog tags on to prove it, but we were feeling together and anything was worth feeling again.

When I met Gabe, he was on a short leave for the first time in six months.

From Bosnia.

Christina was friends with Gabe and invited me to his on-leave party. I don’t remember how they knew each other. My roommate and I hung out more by accident of circumstance than by having much in common.

When I met Gabe, he reminded me of Tom Cruise in Top Gun. He also spoke French.

Swoon.

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Aimée Brown Gramblin
The Memoirist

Age of Empathy founder. Creativity Fiend. Writer, Editor, Poet: life is art. Nature, Mental Health, Psychology, Art. Audio: aimeebrowngramblin.substack.com