NOT - the one you "love to hate" as is the case with my Glock 30! No, I'm talking about the one which you love but are ashamed, embarrassed or otherwise put-out by your affinity for it. "Love to hate" is to revel in an appreciation for something which has wormed itself into your good graces in spite of previously held points of view, biases or long held truisms. You have found that its merits have slowly broken down your prejudices and yet you continue to berate it for sport or entertainment if not actual fact-base evaluation. "Hate to love" is having an undeniable appreciation for something which is outright morally, ethically or otherwise offensive and leaves you sincerely wishing you could stick to your guns (P.I.) and turn your back on it but DAMMIT, the draw is too strong. My Hate-To-Love is currently someone else's cast-off Norinco 213. A 213 is a manual saftied Chinese Model 54 which is a Chinese take on a Tokarev TT. OR It is a Chinese take on an Egyptian TokagyptM58 being a Hungarian take on their own Model48 being a take on the Russian TT. Stir in 9mm and safeties; sometimes fore-aft and sometime vice-versa and you end up at the Norinco attempt to take advantage of the American "Surplus" market before the boom was lowered on it. To further muddy the waters, some 213 safeties have screw stops (which you WANT though uglier) and some have 9mm accommodating spacers in the frame for slimmer front to rear mags while still others have standard frames with spacers in the mag... NEVER interchangeable unless the frame spacer is removed or added as necessary. Some have standard grip profiles while others have mongo grips which must surely be too large for diminutive Chinese hands. If you have spacer mags you simply change the barrel and mags and your 213 is 7.62. Sort of. Not weird enough yet? Make it a .38 Super or 9x23! Anyhow, at this point, the un-initiated are scratching their heads and making note of one thing: "Ain't never gonna buy me one of them thar headaches!" In that case, my work here is done since now I want a bevy, passel, murder or bushel of these rascals and I see that sadly, the prices are finally rising on these red-headed step children of the TT universe. The "initiated" on the other hand are probably gnashing their teeth and cursing future unborn generations of my progeny for the factual failings, minutial misleadings and outright consumer corrupting disinformation above. Either way, chime in! What's to love though, you say, after all my muddleheaded observations above? Here's a couple-three somethin's to love: -Forged frame and slide. -TT simplicity and near genius of design. -Hammer forged barrel. -Sweet baby hey-sys reliability and accuracy. -DAMN PRETTY and worthy of the 20 minutes of renaissance wax it got. -GREAT oversized grip correcting that overhand-milking-the-steel-udder ergos of an original TT. -Super slim size - excepting the aforementioned grips. -A safety which is WAAAAAAAAAY better than purity Nazis would have you believe though it IS intuitively bass-ackwards. -A trigger reminiscent of nothing so much as a good crisp service 1911. -One of the best overall designed single action hammer operations EVER! And more... and more.... -A very gratifying pinkie rest on the mags of this particular offering gives that digit a rest from a day of secret pinkie waves at the local Starbucks... Heeled and heeled! -Oh yeah - A lanyard loop. I have always been queer for the nod to utility of a lanyard loop on a handgun, a bail on a knife or sling swivels on a rifle. So - what's my problem with it? Why do I skulk to and from the truck and only shoot in the deep desert among accepting and nonjudgmental friends? I LOATHE COMMIES, their spawn, their exported ideals and the products sucked up around the world which continue to underwrite the operating expenses of the evilest of empires. This my friends is a quandary, a conundrum and a contemplative quagmire. I HATE loving this gun and can't even play it off as a lost token from the Reagan, Thatcher, Pope JP and Wałęsa - Jedi-like victory over those Ruskies or a Chinese Vietnam bring-back. It remains undeniably, unalterably and most humiliatingly a rigid reminder of the Chicom success at "commercially" worming their way into the West in general, America in particular and my own damn home most particularly. Hi, my name is Todd and I love a ChiCom commercial gun... It's been, well, forever since my last one...."