I have always had this desire to learn how to protect myself, either through force or with a weapon. My mom and I took Kick Boxing classes when I was in highschool and lasted for all of about 3 months. We learned a few self defense moves but I didn't retain much.
I thought, being a mother of 2, that I would eventually obtain these un-naturally strong arms and hands with all of the lifting of children and carrying and juggling and what not. Well, I was jipped... never did I recieve the "Mommy Arms"!
I started dating Ryan, my best friend's brother, about 2 1/2 months ago. We've known each other for a while and we felt like we were both in the same place as far as relationships so we've been having a great time taking it slow for the last few months. He is a Marine and a damn good shot... so we started talking about him teaching me how to use a gun.
The next thing I know, he has purchased a 380 pistol and we are on our way to the gun range. Well, the 380 didn't work out and he had to return it but a good friend let me borrow his Glock 9mm.
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remind me not to piss you off
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