Back in my mid 20s I worked with a guy, about 10-15 years older, who actually made me think of going tn this direction.
He’d regale the younger male staff in the office of how, as in O2 or O3 serving a Pentagon tour, he had a 30 or 35’ sailboat he owned and lived on at the Pentagon Marina.
He also, as a result, had his choice of the more attractive and nubile members of the Pentagon secretarial staff. And would, routinely, take a rotating cast of up to four or five of them (at a time) for rather “comforable” weekend excursions down the Potomac (”Once one found out I had a boat, all her close - and soon to be closer -friends found out as well. And THEY’D bring the food and beer too!”)
Alas, I was already in a serious committed relationship with the young woman who would become my wife of, now, 20 or do years. Which I in no
way regret or would trade for anything.
But occasionally i do wonder of the possibilities of hearing that particular story four or five years before I did ...
Sounds like a sea story to me, but I like it!