When I was an adolescent, I had a recurring fantasy. In this particular daydream, I'd happen onto a situation where a bad guy was threatening a group of people, including several pretty young women. I'd quietly come up behind the villain, pull out a pistol, and put an end to the threat. As a result, I was treated like a hero and the pretty girls gazed at me with longing in their eyes. It was a pleasant daydream but eventually I outgrew it, sometime during high school as I recall.
Judging from online comments I've been reading, there are apparently adult males in Texas who dream of someday proving their heroism by busting a cap into some lunatic. These guys surface whenever the topic of concealed handgun licenses comes up, and though they never address it directly, I suspect thoughts of pretty girls and adoring gazes are always on their minds.
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