May I introduce the three international characters to you?
First one was an American (not very international, but let's say he was well-traveled)....I'll just call him by his last name..Ruger. When I met him and shook his hand, it was like I had known him forever. Like an old, old friend. He wasn't aggressive, just nice and smooth, a real straight shooter, a western cowboy. Ruger wore black on top and brown on the bottom. I was excited to meet him because I had never met anyone like him. He was quiet and conversation was slow, but I enjoyed it so much. Nice to meet you Mr. Ruger.
Meet Mr. Ruger.
I was super excited to meet Walther. All black-wearing German. I was surprised how comfortable the handshake was. His hand fit mine perfectly. Walther was easygoing even though he stuttered on a second word. But when he got passed the second word and after I nudged him a little bit, the conversation was smooth and accurate.
Meet Mr. Walther.
My third meeting was with Mr. Springfield. He asked me to call him "9". An arrogant and silver-haired Croatian. I didn't like his handshake. It was cold and and my hand didn't grip well. BUT, I fell in love even though "9" was loud and boisterous. Our conversation was smooth and automatic. His speech was like rapid fire. A great conversationalist. "9" didn't disappont me once.
And here is Mr. Springfield.
My result with Mr. Springfield. It shoots 15, yet 7 out of 15 in the same hole is not bad.
2 comments:
Nice date.
You are a frightening woman.
Excellent cook, witty commenter, hostess with the most-ess, multi-lingual, (to name a few) AND knows how to handle a gun. Are you sure you're not "Larson, Marja Larson"?
I know how to load a black powder rifle. Should come in handy one day...
LarsEn not LarsOn. Sorry.
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