names One of my mates in Italy was flown for medical tratment by the US Air Force, Trooper Peters was documented as 'Trapper' Peters.
Same thing everywhere. Not only will they not find war interesting themselves, they will often reject the notion that anyone might find it interesting. Or they resort to oversimplifications - because I'm interested in military history, I have once been told that I "like war". Wait, what? I must say, hate the old "different planets" analogy, but in the end it's true: there are many differences between men and women that are so common that they might be seen as rules. One of these is that due to its competitive and gruesome nature, women tend to want nothing of warfare, be it as information (military history) or entertainment (war movies). This is not really a problem, just so long as there's no intolerance...
you are correct roel , its best to keep mum arround females if you are a history buff , it does not impress them at all and can in fact be seen as a geekyness which works against you ..girls love to talk about themselves , interview them ,compliment them ,try to make them laugh ,wine and dine ,flowers ...under no circumstances whatever discuss military science or history ,unless they ask ..but even then keep answers short ..women are a lot of trouble but well worth the effort ,save war chat for here , sweet talk for there ...
And yet my wife has never held my love of military history against me; she has even found my stories from various wars interesting (And yes, I do choose them very carefully). She also reenacts the Civil War with me, as a civilian. And my sister enjoys watching war movies with me because I tell her about what's accurate and what's not in the films, as well as what really happened in the actual events being depicted.
Ah, yeah, it should be noted that such stereotypes don't apply to all - especially in such black & white terms.
Of course the rule does not always apply. Quite oddly, my mother seems very interested sometimes when I talk about my study subjects in military history. On the other hand, I remember the composition of the classroom when I took a lecture course called Introduction to Military History a few years ago; there were almost a hundred blokes there with only two or three girls. Though, Woody, it must be said that ranting about military history does not always have a negative effect so long as the female you're talking to appreciates the sincerity of your interests, the passion of your arguments or the breadth of your knowledge
I have a friend who wooed his wife with black powder weaponry. She even puts up with his wargaming hobby. Although when I suggested within her hearing that we should his new son (6mths old) started on wargaming soon there was a plaintive cry of 'give me a few years with my son!'
here , today , in the usa wooing females with blackpowder guns or any other kind of weapon is considered kidnapping and is a serious capital crime ...ah , for the good old days ...lol
post Very good Woody,anyone remember 'Shot-Gun Boogy'? "I called on her Pappy like a gentleman oughter, He said "No brush hunter's goin' to get my Daughter", Shot Gun Boogy, how the feathers flew, Look out Mr. Rabbit when I draw a bead on you!"
Shot-Gun Boogy Take your pic Woody, Tennesee Ernie Ford said 'brush'!! "He pulled back the hammer right on the spot, When the gun went off I outrun the shot".
i like hoagie carmichales ww2 era song about lovein a fat girl ...huggin and a chalkin ..see , you hug as much of her as you can, then you make a chalk mark , then start a new hug and make aother mark , ect ,ect ...
in ww2 errant marine trainees who misspoke at camp lejune or paris island were required to stand at attention with a bucket on their heads holding their privates in one hand and their garrand in the other and repeat loudly "this is my rifle and this is my gun , this ones for fighting and this ones for fun" and ebar ,please do not call me a "snigger" or i will report you to smeghead and you will recieve a terrible toungue lashing and have to wear a scarlet letter R on your bodice for one year ...