NineseveN
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...I went out with some friends to a bar one night back when I was single a couple of years ago. Since I always carry, I pretty much don't drink in public aside from a beer or two with dinner on occasion. So anyway, I had my Walther P99 on my hip feeling comfy as ever, watching some gals bumpin and a grindin on top of the bar doing various seductive maneuvers; they were smoking hot. So anyway, one of the female co-workers that I went there with leaned into me and said into my ear, "That's hot huh? The girls".
She just smiles and starts biting and kissing my neck, so I'm like, ‘Okay, I can go with this’. Anyway, I drove them all back home later that night (purposefully saving the friendly hottie for last). When we got to her place I walked her to the door (like I did with all of the others ladies) and when she opens the door she just pulls me in and we start going at it like a bunch of filthy pigs.
When she went to remove my belt her hands found my Walther P99 snug in the holster. She lifted up my shirt, saw what it was and said, "Okay, you take care of that, I'll take care of this" and gave me a wink.
I slid that P99 onto the nightstand as fast as I think I've ever moved. She wasn't even fazed by it (maybe even a little, dare I say, aroused by it?).
Now, my current s/o, whom I love dearly, bless her heart, used to think that I was a bit on the paranoid side. I didn't help matters in the beginning by cleaning my FAL in the living room on a whim or wearing my USP while cooking with no cover shirt I suppose. When she saw me loading my USP 45C mags, she said, "Damn, those are big friggen bullets, what do you need something that big for?"
My response:
"Well, you never get a second chance to make a first impression."
She's definitely very pro-gun, she just finds me odd and an interesting creature. I can live with that, definitely a keeper.
She just smiles and starts biting and kissing my neck, so I'm like, ‘Okay, I can go with this’. Anyway, I drove them all back home later that night (purposefully saving the friendly hottie for last). When we got to her place I walked her to the door (like I did with all of the others ladies) and when she opens the door she just pulls me in and we start going at it like a bunch of filthy pigs.
When she went to remove my belt her hands found my Walther P99 snug in the holster. She lifted up my shirt, saw what it was and said, "Okay, you take care of that, I'll take care of this" and gave me a wink.
I slid that P99 onto the nightstand as fast as I think I've ever moved. She wasn't even fazed by it (maybe even a little, dare I say, aroused by it?).
Now, my current s/o, whom I love dearly, bless her heart, used to think that I was a bit on the paranoid side. I didn't help matters in the beginning by cleaning my FAL in the living room on a whim or wearing my USP while cooking with no cover shirt I suppose. When she saw me loading my USP 45C mags, she said, "Damn, those are big friggen bullets, what do you need something that big for?"
My response:
"Well, you never get a second chance to make a first impression."
She's definitely very pro-gun, she just finds me odd and an interesting creature. I can live with that, definitely a keeper.