I was in Alaska from 20XX to 20XX. I was in the Air Force doing aircraft maintenance and leadership basically did what they could to work people to death on the flight-line Most of my time was on night shift or mid-shift (I don’t remember the hours exactly, 10 hour days, five days a week were the norm, lots of 12s). I think I only worked day shift my last month or so, and some pre/post-deployment times. Speaking of, while I was there I was deployed to Afghanistan for six months (barely avoided going twice). All the time spent at work and sleeping while the world was awake didn’t lend itself to being in any real relationship. I spent most of my free time working out, I’m 5’10, 190, and was shredded then. I had a couple one/two nightstands/encounters with the ladies while I was there, but for the most part, I was in a drought, like Death Valley level drought. We’re talking about up to six months at a time with zero human affection. After I came back from the deployment I kind of stopped going out, it felt weirdly uncomfortable and kind of withdrew, that just made it that much worse.