With respect to pickin up women, the guys stationed in the States have got it pretty good. The next batch of women, are as close as the nearest bar outside the front gate. Make that bowling alley or McDonalds for those under age. Anyway for the guys stationed overseas, it's a different story altogether. For one, if you can't speak the language, you've got a serious handicap. Another thing that stumbles up a lot of GI´s, is their preference for American women. Pretty much the only American women your going to come across are the soldier bauds which only make up about 10% of the force and they generally come in two categories, ugly and not available, and besides most of them are pretty manly. A lot of guys just give up hope of finding anyone, they make due with what is on base, go to prostitutes, or just beat off a lot. What ever their outlet happens to be, fact is women on base are a rare commodity. For all of the above reasons, single female soldiers living in the dorm enjoy a sort of celebrity status that they would never be able to enjoy outside this type of closed society.

It was a weekend in August, and it was hot, real hot. Bobbie, a soldier living in the dorm, had been talking about her friends arrival all summer. It was pathetic to watch, she would sit at a table surrounded by her worshipers and tell old high school stories about herself and the mystery woman. The worshipers would listen intently and fantasize about the new comers visit, who from Bobbies description shared their enthusiasm for their coming encounter. The inevitable ended up happening, Bobbie took leave for the duration of her friends stay and shortly afterward her three worshipers decided to put in their leave papers as well. These guys were so out of control. They were determined to help Bobbie show her friend around Europe. The best part was, these three hated being stationed oversees. They new absolutely nothing about the surrounding area, even after have having lived their for nearly two years. Not one of them owned a car, which you would think would be essential for touring around. Anyway the four of them rented a station wagon to take a trip they never would have otherwise taken, to have a chance at this chick they had never seen. Their plan roughly went like this, Bobbies friend was going to land in Frankfurt on Sat, they would hang out on base for the Weekend and then take off for Italy. A big party was planned, Bobbie and the desperate guys arranged everything, the booze, the food, the music, it was going to be great. But the news on Friday before the big day made everything even crazier. Another new chick was to arrive Saturday evening from the states, she was to work with the plumbers in our unit. The guys in the dorm couldn't have been in higher spirits, a chick from the states and a new single brawd moving into the dorm and all in the same weekend. Yep, things had really turned for the better. As if a shimmer of hope had shone in on a seemingly grim situation.

The desperate guys party had started. About 40 people were, drinking and chatting everyone anxiously awaiting the moment when the women would finally get their. Bobbie had picked up her friend that morning and brought her right to the dorm. She was real jetlagged so she decided to sleep till the party. It was after nine when they finally made it up to the roof where the party was being held. Bobbie walked in through the window, the door was always locked by the dorm manager so we wouldn't have parties up their, the fuck. Then she turned around and helped her friend. When I saw the leg coming out the window I new the desperate guys had gotten talked into something they weren't quite bargaining with. This friend of hers had obviously been enjoying a lot of good American style cooking. Imagine, 225 pounds on a five foot frame. The alcohol started to flow, my roommate came up and started throwin shit off the roof and yelling at people down below, typical shit. I thought it was kinda fun but, it was the desperate guys party and those fucks kicked him out, so so much for that. About an hour later it was starting to get dark and there we were, about 40 GI´s and, two chicks, one of them, Bobbie was enjoying the typical catering being waited on hand and foot. The other one, her friend, was nursing a beer all by herself. I decided to go over and have a talk with our chunky visitor and as it turned out we had a nice conversation. I had really missed talking with Americans who could clearly articulate themselves. People who had different views about life and the world, this friend of Bobbies offered all of that only, our conversation didn't end on such a good note. She did something that was ahh, quite embarrassing. I really didn't give a shit that the desperate guys were now making fun of me, hell they took leave to spend time with this chick. The others that would occasionally stop what they were doing and curiously stare didn't really faze me up till that point either. I was just enjoying myself, the party was good, the food was good, it was the weekend, and I was talking to a pretty cool chick from the states. As the sun set and it rapidly got darker the Frankfurt skyline glowed in the distance. The desperate guys feeling a little romantic light candles to set the mood. Thinking back, I don't know who the hell for, but anyway candles were lit. The air had cooled off and a breeze had since picked up, (relief from the scorching afternoon). Ya it was quite pleasant spending an evening on the roof. The tunes had been cranked up just enough so you could comfortably chat. This completed a perfect setting in which I could get to know my new beefy friend. 'Ahh, ' my new friend cried, ' I love this song!!'� She yelled. 'Guido! Guido! Can you turn it up!!'� she begged. 'Ahh your never gona get it, Ahh you never gona get it.'� Tubs started singing away moving to the beat while sitting in her chair. Their it went again, 'Ah your never gona get it!'� I was beginning to think that maybe she had drank too much. She then started getting really carried away, every time she sang the Lyric your never goina get it, she was pointing at me while dancing around in her chair. The GI´s thought this was hilarious. If I wasn't the focal point of attention before, I was then. Everyone was watching as she sang away repeatedly mentioning to me. I don't know where she got the idea that I was trying to pick her up but this was definitely a misunderstanding that was making me look like an ass. 'I'm never gona want it!'� I sang back to her mentioning in her direction, 'I'm never gona want it!'� but the joke was on me, the GI´s were buckling over with laughter everyone seeming to have stopped what they were doing as soon as my friend started dancing around in her chair. Embarrassed and feeling quite humiliated I decided to take a walk and leave the party to let it wear off a little. I returned some time later to find that things had settled down a bit and like expected, their was a drunk GI on the fat chicks side shamelessly bombarding her with compliments. Her cheeks were red from the wine smiling as she stared back at her new found flirt. Her confidence grew by the minute as her hopes continued to be verified by all the young desperate men, yes she had just found every fat chicks paradise. I avoided eye contact with her, still feeling humiliated from our last encounter. The bulk of the group still thought that I had been shot down so I would have some explaining to do in order to regain acceptance

After a while the party seemed to pick up pace again. A crowd of firemen had arrived, they brought my roommate Ben with them, who had previously been kicked out of the party. As expected he was drunker and crazier than before. At this point the desperate guys had sort of given up trying to keep things under control, my roommate took over the DJ duties and turned up the volume to where you had to yell to make yourself understood. Just then Billy came through the window, he was accompanied by the new plumber who was already visibly drunk. The firemen were very interested in the newly arrived guest. They, around 8 of them, went over and introduced themselves as firefighters. In no time, the new recruit had a beer in one hand a cigarette in the other, enjoying being the new center of attention. She was yelling, laughing, dancing, basically making a skeptical of herself. My friend Billy, one of the desperate guys, had previously been disappointed with Bobbies friend. Bobbie had obviously left out a few details in order to feed desperate guys already outa control fantasies, which in turn she could personally benefit from. They organized the party, rented the car etc. After picking up the new plumber Billy's frustrations were quickly forgotten. The new plumber turned out to be a young fun loving girl from the south, just what he was looking for. After bringing her to the dorm he asked her if she would like to go over to the hotel for a drink, to which she obliged. One drink led to another, and before he knew what was happening to him the new girl was all over him, and putting away the drinks. Billy couldn't stop staring at all the empty glasses a continuous reminder that he only had 20 Bucks on him, he smoothly suggested they continue drinking at the party on the roof where he could continue filling up his new date for free. Now up on the roof his sort of date went crazy. She no longer seemed as interested in Billy. The fire guys now presented a big obstacle in his plan. During the course of the party she would run over and tease the fire guys for a while then, she would run back to Billy and whisper with him for a few minutes.. Billy, was a romantic guy, he had really fallen for her in the hotel. Now, confronted with her personality switch, he was confused. While she was over entertaining the firemen Billy waited in the corner, patiently, and alone. To deal with his fluctuating emotions he was hittin the bottle. I walked over to him and we chatted for a while, well, as well as you can chat with a drunk guy. After a couple minutes Cindy came over to check on Billy. I hadn't mentioned but Billy came Alabama, southern charm and good manners were as much a part of his personality as his drawl. As he saw Cindy walking over to us he immediately focused all his mental efforts in a formal introduction. 'Airman Darm,'� he slurred, 'this is our new plumber Cindy,'� as he visibly struggled to piece the words together against blurring effects of his alcohol consumption. 'Hi I'm Dick'� 'OHH Jimmie!!'� she yelled, sort of jumping and waving at the same time. She ran over to the fire guys again leaving me their with Billy. I was angry.
'Billy'� I said,'� what's up with that chick?'�
'Oh she's just a little crazy that's awoll.'�
'Some people call that rude.'� I told him. He didn't really care what I thought though. After their rendezvous in the hotel that afternoon he knew down deep that he and Cindy shared strong feelings for each other, besides he had a buzz going and was feeling good. Sitting on the railing sipping our beer we watched as Cindy made a spectacle of herself like an attention hungry school girl. She ran back over to us and was whispering something in Billy's ear when a fireman pumped on his own self ego, adrenaline and booze started showing off his new tattoo using it as an excuse to flex his biceps.
'�I've got a better Tattoo than that,'� she told us.
'You do?'� slurred Billy
'do you want to see it!'� She asked
'Well ya Cindy what kinna qwustion.'�
He didn't finish the sentence, we just stood their and stared at her bush. Their was a little Playboy bunny tattooed right next to her twat but all I really saw was cunt.
'Oh my god!'� I exclaimed
'Ahh that's a really nice tattoo you got their, Cindy!'� The firemen had since taken notice and were pointing at us. She walked over to them and gave them a personal viewing as well. She then walked over to the stereo and turned up the music even more. Billy was right behind her, and they started dirty dancing. Bobbie in the meantime was pissed off, she was obviously no longer the center of attention and was going on about what a rude, repulsive, slut that bitch was and who did she think she was coming up to her party. The more she thought about it the angrier she became. Finally she had Guido stop the party and send all unwanted guests away.

'Hay Cindy we don't have to stop partying we can go to my room.'� Billy suggested. They went, and about a half a second after shutting the door cloths started flying off till they finally moved from the couch to Billy's bed. Billy remember, was one of the desperate guys and although he was quite drunk the idea of up and coming sex shot so much adrenaline through his body that he was feeling great. Cindy on the other hand was beginning to feel sick. Vodka, beer, wine, hamburgers, chilly dogs, punch and cigarettes were starting to take their toll. She was getting mixed feelings, on the one side she was horney and excited on the other side she was feeling sicker by the second. The two started having sex. 'God it doesn't get any better than this'� Billy thought. to himself. Her body shook from the stark intestinal contractions which sent a wave of vomit up her throat as she in one motion pushed off Billy and sat up turning on the light. Billy startled blinking from the brightness looked up at his new found sweat heart who had since turned pale white. 'Buaaa!'� A little pool of puke drooled out of the side of her mouth. It hung to her lips dripping down her cheek onto her neck. Grasping her mouth a second wave of the acidy mess spurted out of her mouth hitting her cupped hand projecting up in her face and hair the rest oozing between her fingers dripping down her arm onto Billy's bed and floor. Billy kneeling on the side of his bed in disbelief, watching as his dream come true turn into a very raw deal. Assessing the damage, naked with a boner realized that he had somehow had got puke all over his cheek, hair and arm. The corner of his bed was covered. with a thousands of what looked like pieces of cottage cheese mixed in with the liquidly swirl and the acidic cocktail smell was just awful and to make matters worse Billy's roommate Rick had woken up, 'Hay what the hells going on over their?'� 'Nothing never mind! Go back to sleep!'� answered Billy. Billy felt real aquward, he was pissed but he didn't want to let it show. He walked over to Cindy put his hand on her back'� Cindy are you O.K!'� 'Just fuckin don't touch me!'� He was a little taken back, he reached over and gave the a towel, 'Yall don't worry about the mess Ill clean it up!'� Billy I am so sorry Id better go to bed. With that she threw on her jeans and shirt and left Billy with the big mess and the smell.

'Bebbbbbbb'� fuck I thought rolling over shocked out of my peaceful sleep by my standby beeper. I rolled over and looked at the clock it was three O'clock, 'What could possibly be so important that it can't wait till tomorrow.'� I walked over to the in the hallway and got dressed apparently some officer had locked himself out of his apartment after coming back from the club. Typical standby work. I walked down the hall and into the rotunda where I saw Billy in his boxers drinking a beer . 'Billy what are you doin!'� 'The new chick threw up on me, he then recounted the whole incident'� I felt that the officer had waited long enough so I said good night and went off to work.

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