A few weeks ago, I had one of the funniest first dates. A met a girl at a bookstore who was buying a book and we started talking. When talking about hobbies, she told me that she likes to do clay shooting in Bristol, and that it would be nice if I could join her for her next session. I told her that I didn’t know anything about shooting, but I would be glad to join her, and we agreed to meet at the shooting range that weekend. Of all the places to have a date, a shooting range wasn’t the first on my list.
Since I was a novice at shooting, the girl told me that she would show me how to do it. She positioned the gun in my hands and stood behind me. It was one of those classic moves that people usually do in movies when they want to flirt with a person, except instead of a guy doing it to a girl, it was a girl doing it to a guy. Continue reading