Yes my dad hunted and has always owned guns.
Yes my brother had a BB gun at an early age.
Yes I am pro-gun.
No, I had never really shot one up until about a year ago.
This is all thanks to my gun happy boyfriend. He decided a while back that yours truly needed gun training. Although all of the above statements are true, I was hesitant to go to the gun range. Once he got me there, though, (and after my hands stopped trembling) I wasn't too bad. I even hit the bullseye a time or two. Woop!
So, after making myself very familiar with his Beretta (we all but made out), I now keep it in my bedside drawer. Hello, I live in Dallas!
Is it weird, though, that as comfortable as I am with the gun, I am still intimidated by the idea of being the "protector?" I mean, I am all for handing it to Matt if someone were to come in when he's there with me... But if he isn't, am I capable of protecting myself and my roommate? I would like to think so, but let's be honest, I don't really want to shoot someone. I guess I would if I had to. Wouldn't I?
Anyway, all this to say, yes, I am a very proud, yet maybe a little timid gun totin' Republican. That's all.
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