In the 80s, my next-door-neighbor in the BOQ at USAF flight school was an Arab student.
Same deal. Would chase anything in a skirt, and sleep with any and every female he could. . .
Where was that? By the 80s, I was in Germany. By then I had about had it up to my neck with air traffic control. I had a staff job, 5 days a week, 8 hours a day, all I did was work on instrument flight procedures, ILS, TACAN, VOR. When I got to Travis, I managed to survive to retire, not a moment too soon. I was really burned out.