You rang?
Um, yeah. Got some. And then some more. And then again...and again.
Let me just say that there are definite advantages to enthusiastic, energetic 25 year olds.
I'm sweating, just recalling.
Er...yeah. It was fun.
Willow ,'First Date'
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You rang?
Um, yeah. Got some. And then some more. And then again...and again.
Let me just say that there are definite advantages to enthusiastic, energetic 25 year olds.
I'm sweating, just recalling.
Er...yeah. It was fun.
I have my mom's .22 rifle in a closet. I have bullets hidden two floors away.
Mom has my 20 gauge shotgun as hostage, 230 miles from here. Dad gave me that when I was about 15.
I planned to go target shooting again, someday. Never got around to it. I've had mom's rifle for 6 years, and haven't remotely even considered using it in anger, not for a second. Even before my gun safety classes when I was about 12, I saw them as just a neat device and never placed extra fear nor extra reverence on guns.
In Boy Scouts I was a good target shooter, but I've never been interested much in killing animals. I thought knowing what to do if I ever needed it in a survival situation would be handy, but that's about it.
I once shot and killed a woodchuck with the shotgun. He was slowly destroying the cabins at the resort I managed. It's lucky I'm a good shot, because I never want to feel the way I felt after I saw it tumble. And if the feeling I had was that bad for an animal, I can't imagine...
Most likely Mom and I will sell our rifle and shotgun. She's 76 and not likely to use her rifle again. I have no interest in target shooting with a shotgun. Sometimes I think we keep them in our respective homes only because they remind us of dad.
And now I miss him. Go figure.
OK, Erin--how did you meet this 25 year old? Are you going to see him again? I'm jealous. I have a horrible feeling I'll be amongst 150 hot lesbians this weekend and not get any.
Went out with a bunch of girlfriends for a bday celebration. Ended up touring 3 or 4 bars; he bought me some shots, flirted, and I took him home and shake and baked him like a virile little pork chop.
Ya want more more deets? I'll e you....
Heh. Nah, I just wanted the basics. More deets would just make me more jealous. Go you with the GA!
THem be the basics. I been walking around with a silly smile on my face at weird moments.
He's got my number, though. I don't think he's dating material, per se....but I have his number, too, and I think he's got definite drunk-dial booty call potential.
Rowr.
Go, Erin!
I'll save you guys the TMI, but....(it was kinda the best sex I've ever had.)
OK. He has said, and I believed him, that had I wanted anything not a weapon for my writing trophy, he would've thought it was a great idea. And I have said, and I think he believes me, that I honestly hadn't the foggiest idea that he'd have a problem with it, because given his background and general attitudes, he's not the type you'd expect to be anti-gun.
This doesn't change the fact that I don't get to have this beautiful thing that I've been building up in my mind and looking forward to for ages, but I'm only sad and not angry now.
Susan, I thought you were originally considering getting a sword? Would your DH feel the same way about a sword as he does about a gun?