wait_out
Master Don Juan
I'm not usually the guy to talk specifics about my life, but I have had an intensely frustrating experience last night and all that frustration has to come out somewhere. *Rant on*
Long story short I was at *the* cool underground bar in town with a friend. We'd gone to see a small show with 5+ local DJ's playing electo-housey music like Wolfgang Gartner, etc. There's a music fest in town so the city is a bit in party mode right now. I've been away from normal life for all but a week out of of the past 2 months (on work-up for deployment this fall), so it's taken a few frustrating experiences getting my legs back cruising women. Anyway it finally fell into place last night. Decently cute blond chick a little taller than myself and I did a good job of pulling her. Not to mention I did it in a second language so I was feeling pretty sharp.
Cue the end of the night. We are chatting by ourselves on the sidewalk outside the club while she smokes. She's asks what I do. I reply, "I'm in the military". This is where my night turns sour. Full stop. Silence. "You're not serious." "Yes, I am." "No. I can't do this. You're really nice and (blah blah blah), but I can't. I just can't." At this point she walks off to go talk to her 2-3 friends.
WTF. I sit on the sidewalk for a few moments, letting the incoming bad mood wash over me and trying to decide what to do. I figure she probably thinks I'm some washout private with no sophistication -- she put three years into a masters she eventually didn't finish. So I go over there. Inject myself in their circle. "I need to talk to you for a second."
We go into a nearby doorway. Talk for a few seconds. Her: "I've got no problems with almost anybody. Druggies, poor people, 'blah blah blah'. There's only two kinds of people I can't support -- police and military". Alright. So that's it. She's anti-authoritarian, security establishment, etc. I've pretty much broken off the pick-up at this point. Me: "Look. I'm not mad right now. I'm not going to throw a fit, and I understand you don't owe me anything. But you should listen."
I go on to try and separate the policies she's probably against, from me the person. Fcvk. If anybody doesn't deserve this kind of ignorance, it's me. I've gotten in political trouble at work before for trying to get foreign affairs to do something about the local Afghan government and police. I've put my own life at risk on occasion, to protect regular kids from here and maybe local families from running over the bombs meant for us. I've stepped in front of AK47's to stop the local police and army from shooting each other over who had right of way on the highway. I've gone to Germany to look after families of wounded soldiers. I brought a fvcking globe to Afghanistan so the kids realize there's a big world out there and they desire to get educated and join the part of it that works. There are bad guys in the army. I am so, so not one of them.
So, I'm burnt from recent training schedule. I live a long way from home and my closest friends. I am pretty happy to have a night that's going VERY well. And I have to deal with THIS FVCKING B1TCH who has probably never gone anywhere, done anything, judging me and trying to moralize to me about things she has no fvcking idea about. She tries to tell me about oil. FFS, if there's a scam going on in Afghanistan, its politicians stealing BILLIONS from their own citizenry in no-bid contracts which do such sh1tty work we electrocute our own soldiers in showers. Or the immense amount of money flying around to pretty much any Afghan we desperately hope will help us, while they use it to build their own private armies to fight it out with each other when we finally leave. Google Free Range International if you want some straight goods, I am not going to discuss it further here.
She was either too drunk, too stupid or most likely has some pathological authority issue that I had the misfortune ran across. I told her her views were superficial, ignorant and left. Either way it killed my nite. I like my job. I like doing meaningful work can accept the risk. It's not like I want to quit. But fvck it burns me up to think I do what I do, and people like her are too fcking closed-minded to even open their ears and learn about it.
I was not ready too cool off and go home, so I ended up recounting this story to a blond girl sitting by herself waiting for her boyfriend to come get her at after 3am, after her female friend abandoned her downtown. Not pick-up, just me needing to unload. She was actually really cool. After we both share our stories she gets harassed by some 33-year old drunken idiot who then tries to sit next to her. I get rid of him. A few seconds later her boy gets there. She is super thankful and sweet while leaving. That's me, the hero. Gah.
Its my fault too for being attracted to such a terrible human being. Fvck. Let me know if I'm out of line on this one boys. Rant off.
Long story short I was at *the* cool underground bar in town with a friend. We'd gone to see a small show with 5+ local DJ's playing electo-housey music like Wolfgang Gartner, etc. There's a music fest in town so the city is a bit in party mode right now. I've been away from normal life for all but a week out of of the past 2 months (on work-up for deployment this fall), so it's taken a few frustrating experiences getting my legs back cruising women. Anyway it finally fell into place last night. Decently cute blond chick a little taller than myself and I did a good job of pulling her. Not to mention I did it in a second language so I was feeling pretty sharp.
Cue the end of the night. We are chatting by ourselves on the sidewalk outside the club while she smokes. She's asks what I do. I reply, "I'm in the military". This is where my night turns sour. Full stop. Silence. "You're not serious." "Yes, I am." "No. I can't do this. You're really nice and (blah blah blah), but I can't. I just can't." At this point she walks off to go talk to her 2-3 friends.
WTF. I sit on the sidewalk for a few moments, letting the incoming bad mood wash over me and trying to decide what to do. I figure she probably thinks I'm some washout private with no sophistication -- she put three years into a masters she eventually didn't finish. So I go over there. Inject myself in their circle. "I need to talk to you for a second."
We go into a nearby doorway. Talk for a few seconds. Her: "I've got no problems with almost anybody. Druggies, poor people, 'blah blah blah'. There's only two kinds of people I can't support -- police and military". Alright. So that's it. She's anti-authoritarian, security establishment, etc. I've pretty much broken off the pick-up at this point. Me: "Look. I'm not mad right now. I'm not going to throw a fit, and I understand you don't owe me anything. But you should listen."
I go on to try and separate the policies she's probably against, from me the person. Fcvk. If anybody doesn't deserve this kind of ignorance, it's me. I've gotten in political trouble at work before for trying to get foreign affairs to do something about the local Afghan government and police. I've put my own life at risk on occasion, to protect regular kids from here and maybe local families from running over the bombs meant for us. I've stepped in front of AK47's to stop the local police and army from shooting each other over who had right of way on the highway. I've gone to Germany to look after families of wounded soldiers. I brought a fvcking globe to Afghanistan so the kids realize there's a big world out there and they desire to get educated and join the part of it that works. There are bad guys in the army. I am so, so not one of them.
So, I'm burnt from recent training schedule. I live a long way from home and my closest friends. I am pretty happy to have a night that's going VERY well. And I have to deal with THIS FVCKING B1TCH who has probably never gone anywhere, done anything, judging me and trying to moralize to me about things she has no fvcking idea about. She tries to tell me about oil. FFS, if there's a scam going on in Afghanistan, its politicians stealing BILLIONS from their own citizenry in no-bid contracts which do such sh1tty work we electrocute our own soldiers in showers. Or the immense amount of money flying around to pretty much any Afghan we desperately hope will help us, while they use it to build their own private armies to fight it out with each other when we finally leave. Google Free Range International if you want some straight goods, I am not going to discuss it further here.
She was either too drunk, too stupid or most likely has some pathological authority issue that I had the misfortune ran across. I told her her views were superficial, ignorant and left. Either way it killed my nite. I like my job. I like doing meaningful work can accept the risk. It's not like I want to quit. But fvck it burns me up to think I do what I do, and people like her are too fcking closed-minded to even open their ears and learn about it.
I was not ready too cool off and go home, so I ended up recounting this story to a blond girl sitting by herself waiting for her boyfriend to come get her at after 3am, after her female friend abandoned her downtown. Not pick-up, just me needing to unload. She was actually really cool. After we both share our stories she gets harassed by some 33-year old drunken idiot who then tries to sit next to her. I get rid of him. A few seconds later her boy gets there. She is super thankful and sweet while leaving. That's me, the hero. Gah.
Its my fault too for being attracted to such a terrible human being. Fvck. Let me know if I'm out of line on this one boys. Rant off.
