The first time I ever fired a gun was to, well…make my boyfriend happy.

I wanted to impress him so he thought I was adventurous and had an interest in the some of the same things that he did. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know guys think girls who can shoot guns are sexy. I mean, think of all the movies where hot babes are firing weapons.

I never heard a guy who was turned off when bad-ass assassin Angelina Jolie was taking people out in Mr. and Mrs. Smith. But in reality, I could have cared less about firing a gun.

Growing up, even on the mean streets of New Jersey, I had never even seen a gun, fire arm, pistol, or whatever you want to call it except for television and movies. It wasn’t that my family was against weapons or the right to bare arms, we just didn’t bare arms. So when it came time to act interested, I had to do just that: ACT. Read More »