Alternate title: The time someone tried to recruit me into the *army* during sex.
## Friday: Jul 2
[My fifth hookup for the week](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ozz7nx/i_spent_a_week_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_after/) was George, a pilot. He wasn’t an airline pilot, but rather a fighter pilot who happened to be in town. My first thought was that he lived in an airbase, which didn’t make sense. There wasn’t one around here for miles, and I wasn’t sure how he’d sneak me onto a protected military base, but it turned out George had cleared out some time and booked a hotel room for us.
“Are you sure you’re not pimping me out?” I texted my boyfriend, [as I left Sam’s apartment](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p0ii8n/day_4_of_hopping_from_bed_to_bed_for_an_entire/).
“Relax, he’s a friend of a friend!”
He didn’t really answer the question, but I wasn’t going to look the gift horse in the mouth.
George lived “halfway between my city and his airbase” with his family, and he was here for a week off. He was willing to buy me dinner and drinks, in exchange for a night of sex… or more.