I ran into a past lover last winter who is now an FBI agent who has to carry a gun on his person at all times. When I first heard he'd joined the bureau, I was horrified. But then, as he sat there among all my nice, normal friends, with the bulge of a gun apparent under my clothes, I thought, "This is the badassest guy I will ever have had sex with before I die."
Sorry, clearly that should have said "under his clothes." Ahem. Where is my head this morning?
"This is the badassest guy I will ever have had sex with before I die."
It doesn't have to be that way, AWB.
"I'm usually on the other end of those situations."
This guy usually *is* the car-trunk?
Yeah, I can definitely see how that would make him more attractive. Esp. the spare tire. And the reflective triangle.
when you get down to it it's all about the jack.
what do I know. Maybe he displays a certain flare.
when you get down to it it's all about the jack.
I don't know that song but reading the lyrics, I am hearing it sung to the tune of "We['ve] got the beat" by the Go-Go's.
She's got the jack, she's got the jack, she's got the jack... Ye-a-ah, she's got the jack! (She's got it) Everybody, pick up the slack! She's got the jack!
Dammit, I linked to the wrong version of the lyrics. Should have been this one. I suck.
with the bulge of a gun apparent under my clothes
J. Edgar rides again!
AWB: c'mon, FBI isn't far up the baddass scale ... expand your horizons!
re: 15
That was my thought too.
Heh. Going back over my romantic history, I can come up with one guy who would register at all on any scale of badassedness. And not all that remarkably so.
I was out drinking with a friend in Samoa once, and we got picked up by two guys staying in the hotel whose bar we were at. The one she wandered off with showed her passports representing several different identities, and told her all sorts of scary stories about what he was doing in the South Pacific -- I've forgotten the details, but we referred to him as the Scots Terrorist from there on out. The guy I spent the evening chatting with? A sewage-treatment plant specialist from NZ. Very pleasant guy.
That's what he told you, LB. Possibly he was just a more discreet terrorist than the other guy.
If i learned anything from playing quake in college, its that when runnign away from someone shooting at you, jump constantly and run in a zigzag.
20: And they say college doesn't teach any real world skills.
A sewage-treatment plant specialist from NZ.
That was probably just a bullshit story to get in your pants, like Tia's dog rescue mission guy.
I have to admit that there's not much hotter than a Kiwi civil engineer.
The point being, gun control means using both hands. Its all about the training. Funniest part of any action movie is when the hero pots the bad guy with out even aiming.
23: What's not to like? A little exotic, doing good deeds, financial stability. Take him home to mom!