Hey, Handsome Smiley! Ha ha ha, your name suggests you're a chick magnet. My name says the opposite. I have to chase 'em.
When I was stationed in Germany in the middle of the last century, the army training center near Grafenwoehr was a tank and artilliary range. I sure hope the cracker-box barracks we had have been improved.
I was stationed farther south in Goeppingen, between Stuttgart and Ulm, ins Der schwarze Wald.
Anyway, back here in the land of round doorknobs, a nice date is "bazaar shopping." My invitation is kind of a trap. First I let her pick, usually some flea market or mega-garage-sale. Afterwards, we hit a gun show. If she wrinkles her nose or argues FOR gun control, I ditch her and let her walk home.
Just kidding, but there's usually no subsequent date, ha ha ha.
