I met this fairly attractive girl in a bar. We talked for a bit then went back to my place to finish a few beers and end the night on a happy note. She seemed amazing. She was in her early 20s, DD, slim figured, and her skin was smooth. She was pretty affectionate, fun to be around, and was definitely adventurous. I usually have my guns put up but since I didn’t think I was going to be bringing anyone home that night I left a few of the ones I was cleaning on the table.

So that is how it was Thursday night. Friday was a different story. As I was driving her home she wanted to stop by her friend’s house, so we stopped by her friend’s house. Apparently her friend was having issues with her boyfriend, what those issues were I will never know. You see her friend was arguing with her boyfriend on the phone and what happened next was a something that definitely caused me to reflect on what I may have just gotten myself into.

This girl took the phone from her friend and shouted: “MY BOYFRIEND HAS A BUNCH OF GUNS AND HE’LL SMOKE YOUR ASS!” Well, at that point the one thing going through my mind was “Well, I am going to jail.” I quickly told her that no, I was not her boyfriend and I would not be “smoking” anyone. I don’t know what she was thinking, by the look on her face it wasn’t good. I decided it was time to get out of there before the situation got any worse.

Needless to say I have been sweating beads all weekend waiting for the cops to show up or her to show up. She doesn’t have my number so she can’t call or text. I don’t know if she remembers were I live or anything like that. All I hope for is that after I left she and her friend decided to cool off and realize that she messed up on that one as opposed to seeking retribution.

Odds are, the friend’s boyfriend showed up to confront/fight you.

Then the situation would have been MUCH worse, because the women would be calling the cops.

And we all know who would be spending the night in jail…

“MY BOYFRIEND HAS A BUNCH OF GUNS AND HE’LL SMOKE YOUR ASS!”

Jimbo, just thank your lucky stars that the psycho threw that madness out there for you so quickly. It sounds like she may have been recruiting you to be a white knight. I’ve spent a lot of time in bars over the years, and the women I’ve met generally aren’t exactly the types you’d want to bring home to meet your mother.

I recommend using an alias and a cheap motel room for any future bar fishing expeditions. Also, never give a woman your real phone number. I’ve always used burner phones for that purpose too as it makes ditching them way easier.

I also have no desire to sit in jail over a battle I may not even be on the right side of. I do not know that guy’s situation or side of the story. He may have just been getting a little tired of putting up with his girlfriend and her psychotic friend.

I do appreciate the advice on one-nighters, and I usually do not bring them back to my place. That night, I hadn’t really prepared for that though. Next time I will be a little better prepared.

It is always good seeing voices of reason and sanity in these seeming insane times.

You never know what’s inside a woman’s head?

I’ve often wondered why movie bombs have bright flashing timers (and surveillance cameras and microphones have bright red lights). And why do they always face the direction from which our hero is approaching?

You’d think the enemy agents would tape them over, or save themselves the expense of installing them in the first place.

That can’t be right, MG-Tower. The clock is electronic and uses digital logic circuits…..

Look closely, see the red button upper left! We don’t have one of those! 

You never know what’s inside a woman’s head? But I’m sure, No, I’m absolutely positive, it looks something like this!

Are you quite sure? I thought this is what goes on inside a woman’s head.