He took me hunting with his father.
Preface: This was the third time I had ever met his father.
Post-face (I don't think that's actually a word): I almost shot his father.
I had never shot a gun in my life, much less shot an animal. It's dove season apparently, but there were no doves flying, so we didn't shoot anything anyway. But, the concept of killing an animal makes me a little nervous. Not saying I won't do it. I think hunting sort of makes the world go round in a "survival of the fittest" kind of way. Hats off to Darwin, but the gutting process is going to have to be left up to someone else.
So anyway, we did some target practice and determined that I am a terrible shot and the only animal I would be able to actually hit is something large like a T-rex. Also, I would just like to say that shooting a gun is the most empowering feeling in the entire world. Trigger happy? Maybe so.
And now comes the part where I attempt homicide (not really). I'm sitting in between my boyfriend and his father. His dad is to the right of me with his gun laying across his lap with the barrel pointing to the right and away from everyone, like any normal person with an ounce of common sense would do. So Curtis (the boyfriend...I figure it's time to give him a name) goes to do something and hands me his gun and asks me to hold it. So, trying to fit in, I put the gun across my lap facing the right aka- STRAIGHT AT HIS DAD. Wtf, Sydney? Really? So his dad is talking about something and then looks at the giant people killer laying across my lap facing his direction and goes "Ohhh honey, no. No no no."
Oh you mean you're NOT supposed to point the barrel of a loaded 12-gauge shotgun at your boyfriend's dad? You don't say. Someone should have let me know. Oh, wait. That's where common sense kicks in, yes? Yes.
So, long story short, I've never been so embarrassed in my life.
Anyway, that's all for today. Just in case you don't believe me....
Love,
Sydney
Obsession of the day: Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
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