Shootin' Range... it's like shopping for men.

So this past weekend I went the the "Hot Wells" shooting range with my boyfriend Pat. For those that don't know him, he is big into guns and my go-to guy in case of zombie invasion. I have never in my life shot or held a gun that did not have nerf written down the side in big orange letters. Up until now I hadn't really put much thought into guns. To shoot or not to shoot? That is the question.
Anyway, guns are totally a guy thing, for the most part. There are some women out there that have taken a liking to guns as a hobby and that is totally fine, but I never considered myself that kind of girl.
First of all, I will say that guns... ARE VERY LOUD. I walked up to the range and had no ear protection on and my ear is still bothering me 5 days later. It was like being at ground zero for a nuclear blast, or what I imagine ground zero to be because if you were actually at ground zero you would have evaporated by now, but if in some weird fluke you did not evaporate than I imagine this is the sound you would hear. Even after I put my headset on it was still pretty loud.
Oh and I was nervous. Pat versed me on all these rules about holding your gun down range and always having the safety on and blah blah blah blah gun safety blah and I knew I would be the one to get confused and flustered and accidentally shoot someone.
But when all was said and done it was pretty cool. I shot an AK-47 and I still have no idea if I actually hit the target, but the feeling of holding something so powerful in my arms and all I had to do was push this little trigger and BOOM. I have to say it was a great stress reliever. And I will admit to liking the smell of gun powder...
It occurred to me that going along to the gun range must be what guys feel like going along to the mall. A little nervous and out of his element, too many clothes, too many girls, too many sales, and then as the day progresses you buy him a pretzel and he feels better and actually starts to enjoy himself....
Kind of like me. I finally started to loosen up and enjoy myself. Even though I was the only girl on the range, totally out of my element and afraid of killing someone.
I even kept one of my targets as a souvenior. Although I wouldn't compare a food court pretzel to learning how to shoot a 9mm. I guess that's just how men and women are different I suppose....