A couple of years ago, I went to Tel Aviv, and after a night of drinking, I headed out to the beach.

When I began to feel the heat of the sun on my skin, I reached into my backpack for some lotion, and that’s when I noticed an Israeli beauty staring at me. I knew she was Israeli because she carried a TAR-21 over her shoulder, and in Israel women have to serve in the Israel Defense Forces for at least two years.

Besides her assault rifle, she wore a tiny red bikini top that barely covered her perfectly shaped breasts, and the tightest bikini bottom I’d ever seen, as evidenced by the camel toe she was sporting. She was with two uniformed soldiers with no identifying badges or patches to indicate which branch of the army they were from.

I rubbed on some sunscreen while staring back at her. She... Leer Más