Then this makes me the biggest pussy alive, which I sadly must confess
to being. I was Army Infantry for two years, but the truth is: that
article is an accurate description of *me!* Really, I'm glad I never
had to go to war, even though it was odd training so long and hard for
something which I never got to do and wanted and feared at the same
time.
It's also weird that being a loner, what relationships and attendant
attachments I do form wind up ten times more important, and so when
they end for whatever reason, I react just as pessimistically as those
wimmin.
Truly, I know many females with more "emotional ballz" than me where
this romance stuff is concerned.