Lowkey, nerding out about the start of WW1 got me laid in college.

Turns out; lying down on a grassy hill, arms wrapped around holding eachother’s heads up as we stare at the Milky Way while someone autistically rants about Realpolitik passionately explains the avoidability and moral greys of the first world war over a flask of rum; can, in fact, lead to an even better time!