Would you date someone if they had cool guns?

[spacemanspiff]

same sex, different sex?

i'd have to say i would be tempted. kind of like that episode of seinfeld where jerry was dating that chick who had all the cool toys and he kept feeding her turkey and wine so she'd pass out while he played.
;D

for me, i'd probably do anything to get access to full-auto toys.

[StonerStudent]

Of course........who wouldn't ;D

now if Antonio Banderas would just discover the joys of NFA weapons.......and lift that silly restraining order!

[Kacer]

spacemanspiff,

I see you went for the "spin-off"

I'd have to say no... but it might HELP if they were "borderline" (Neither a definite "yes" NOR a definite "no").

[KaceCoyote]

Not really, it can help make up for annoying personal habits however.


Of course that wont stop me from building my boyfriend an arsenal all his own.

[Trisha]

Nope.

Maybe because turning 50 isn't that far away, but prostitution (any marginalization of personal standards is being bought with a materialistic coin, IMO - YMMV) isn't palatable.

Even were I to come across a new aquaintence as beautiful as Debra Jo Fondren and she just happened to have a 2nd Dan in Kendo, drive a new Porshe and have a pair of double-door gun safes filled with a near-legendary collection of firearms - were she callous and thoughtless, obsessively ego-concentric or such to a degree that just as her own woman I I felt she grated on my nerves, lacked depth and was a woman I could not respect, then - no.

Do people compromise? Sure, every day.

I find myself thinking of the saying I'm only able to paraphrase:

Were you, right where you are right now, to look about and know that the next minute would be your last - would you celebrate being where you are, doing what you are?

Would the person you are with be your best choice of all for company?

If not, perhaps a re-evaluation of priorities is appropriate and timely. . .

The materialistic would expend any and all energies to sit atop a mountain of gold and own a palace, dying there to the attendance of only those lured by wealth.

Others dream of wealth and success, expending all simply to endure to the next mouthful of bread, the next pay day.

Others celebrate life, find balance in an adequate existence, find joy and love in the midst of real friends. They care not a whit that their clothes aren't the latest nor the most fashionable as theirs are clean and in good repair. Likewise for their vehicle, their domicile, and the rest of the accoutremont that may furnish a life. The limitless domain of the communion with friends and gathered family is their wealth, and an hour or a day simply and truly seeing the day through from one dawn to the next without regrets is their treasure.

I've found myself wondering about the concept, spiff, because (as is probably known) I've written my first novel and am embarking on writing the sequel. The first has no publisher, and the means to see it out into the marketplace on my own is beyond my means.

Would I love to see some distribution and success? Most assurredly - but the coin, like the sword has two sides. Would I welcome that success if it ment that my life as I know it would be no more? Would I compromise myself just to see a check from a publisher in my hands?

Your question was simple on the surface - but there are consequences to all actions. I don't have the answers, but I do see myself having a chary and wary posture when I catch myself idly wishing for 'more' these days.

Trisha