The Annoyed Man wrote:
I conceded defeat, deserted the field and staggered out to the front desk, a pitifully tattered and smoking ruin of my former self.
WHAAAAT? Man I knew I should have headed up to your area today to go shoot. This stuff never happens to me. And TAM, smoking ruin of your former self? C'mon. Ana says your a handsome ol' man :)
The closest I can come to that was at a range in San Diego. A BF and his GF were shooting in the bay next to me, and I could tell that they were both new shooters. The GF was getting angrier and angrier at the BF, walks over to me, and asks me how to swing and load the cylinder of her brand spanking new (she bought it there, that day, not ten minutes before I got there) SP101. Why she bought this, I have no idea.
Either way, I showed her how to load the cylinder and then proceeded to watch her fire off the first round of whatever .357 she was shooting, see the gun actually
fly out of her hand, and watched as she proceed to throw a fit. She was also... attractive, and "extremely stately in the upper carriage."
Keep in mind, I was single in those days. I saw a moment of weakness in the BF's game, and the strategic military man I was, evaluated my chances of mission success, and plotted to flank. Let me tell you, flank I did. I offer my help, which is graciously accepted by GF, and the BF is immediately aware of what is happening. I have a smirk on my face. I'm on a mission. The adrenaline is pumping, and I am NOT going anywhere without 100% success.
So there I am, sitting around and throwing whatever game I could muster on this girl.... thinking that I have really scored big. BF walks to the chairs to sit and watch. I laugh inwardly at his expense. After half an hour, she is packing up her range bag and I am waiting to see what is going to happen. She smiles big, I offer to take her to dinner. She declines and her BF proceeds to explain to me that she is a lesbian, and therefore, not interested///
BUT he is her roomate, 100% homosexual, and 150% interested in grabbing a bite to eat later if I wanted.
I stand there staring awkwardly at both of them, completely speechless. My manliness, confidence, and suave go directly out the window. I don't want to be rude, but this guy and I aren't even playing in the same ballpark.
The girl rescues me after about 3 moments of extremely awkward silence and says that she works at the downtown Hooters, and if I was still hungry, I could bring him along too.
That was like 5 years ago, and the guy, Rome, and the girl, Kiana, are still very good friends of mine. For the record. after a few more range sessions they are both Extremely good shooters :)