First you name your gun. Then you start talking to your gun. Then you start buying "her" gift, like pretty grips or a special holster. You spend countless hours rubbing her with oil. You start bragging about her and showing her off to friends and even complete strangers. Then you get jealous when someone else handles her too long. A big fight starts about how much she liked it when that guy put her down the front of his pants at the cigar store. The bond of trust is broken between gun owner and gun. So you sell her off like broken Hipoint and start cruising LGSs looking for something newer and hotter.
I'll skip all the drama and leave my guns unnamed.
I'll skip all the drama and leave my guns unnamed.