First night of freedom after basic training, I got back to the barrack in Tech School and I asked my flight if they seen that red head in the club. They responded they did, to which I proudly replied ... "yeah I hit that."
Most couldn't buy a date back in their fucked up hometowns, but since they often have the ratio stacked in their favor of 10 to 1, or greater, they fucking walk around like Prom Queens.