money, money, and money.
It wasn't the case - I was a sailor stationed at San Diego. If I had to explain the phenomena it would be
booze, booze, booze.
These young things went there to get laid, and when the young guys passed out, I got the leftovers. I'm not too proud to take advantage. I did occasionally get called "Daddy" comment in the heat of passion.
TMI anybody? Just a tad too much sharing there...
“””These young things went there to get laid, and when the young guys passed out, I got the leftovers.”””
That was beautiful.
Poetry....sheer peotry.