Once upon a time there was a girl who was attracted to a soldier, all her friends warned her off of him as he was rude and aggressive, but he was hysterically funny at times and she found herself drawn to him. She loved the soldier for all his faults, and promised never to try and change him but to accept his roughness and just enjoy being in his company which she found to be very entertaining. The soldier for his part âtoleratedâ the girl, she wasnât really his cup of tea and after a day at work he liked a few beers and a chat with his mates, she knew nothing really of the army and itâs ways and so didnât really contribute much to the conversation but didnât really mind as she found it both informative and at times jaw achingly funny. After going out for a while, the girl started to notice the soldier wasnât actually paying her that much attention. When he was with his mates he tended to ignore her a bit and lark about with his chums which she didnât mind but she started to flirt a bit with his mates instead now some of his mates were down right rude to her which shouldnât of shocked her as they were squaddies, and some took it to heart and actually thought she really did like them this started to lead to splits in the group of squaddie mates with some wanting the girl around more in the vain hope that if the soldier cast her off they might get a go, and others wanting her to just âdo oneâ and leave them to their (entirely heterosexual you understand) japes and pranks. The girl was now starting to get fed up with being told she wasnât wanted around by the soldierâs friends and decided to tackle him about itâ¦ âYour Friends donât like me, and some of them have been extremely rude and called me horrible namesâ she said. âSo what?ââ .. Said the soldier, âYou know what theyâre like thatâs what they DO â¦ you have to be thick skinned and give as good as you get if you want to drink with me, and then MAYBE they might accept you.â The girl harrumphed a bit about this .. who was he telling her what to do â¦ she made another attempt to flirt with his friends to regain his attention but she now found that even some of the ones who she had bestowed her favours and awards on before had grown tired of her ways and now THEY were being rude to her, a lot of rude and hateful things were said by the soldiers to the girls along the lines of âThis is a squaddie pub, if you donât like it f**k off to the swanky wine bar in the high streetâ but the girls thought âNo way .. this is a public place and if we want to drink in here then we willââ¦. But the abuse continued. Things degenerated to the point where the girl and her mates, and the soldier and his mates were drinking in separate bars, and apart from the odd barbed comment across the pub they were hardly talking â¦ this kept the fighting down to a reasonable level, but the overall atmosphere in the pub was taking a hammering and it was becoming boring and nothing like the fun place it had used to be. Now, you can take any moral from this tale you like to be honest, but if you want to post on this or any other thread for that matter in a constructive or humorous way, then I will be only to pleased to look upon you as a fellow ARRSER, but remember if you want to play on an ARMY site, then grow a thick skinâ¦ and fast. This story is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any characters living or dead is entirely malicious on my part.