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[Aristus]

34. There was this one time, when I was stationed in Germany,

I was hanging out at a German bar that I had selected because it was not one of the ones American soldiers hung out in a lot. I speak German, so I managed to have a good time with a small crowd that kept getting larger the drunker we got. Hit it off with this German lady, and somehow, not wanting the evening to end, we all staggered back to her tiny apartment, and kept on drinking. One by one, the partiers called it quits, and went home, until it was just the two of us.

I only remember waking up the next morning, and doing what a lot of inconsiderate twenty-two year-old guys do: I got dressed as quietly as I could, left her apartment, and hit the local taxi stand for a ride back to the post. I sort of half-consciously made a note of where her apartment was located, and a couple of days later, feeling guilty, I went back, and knocked on her door to apologize.

"Oh, hi! I was hoping you it was you. Did you get home all right the other day?"

We ended up having a relationship for the next few months, until I got deployed to the Gulf. When I got back, she had moved on.