The shooting range is not the only place for dodging bullets:
You go to your date’s house for dinner. As the two of you sip wine, the dog sits on his lap barking at you. Your date does nothing. (You guess the dog ramp to his bed should have been the tip-off.)
At 8:00 every Saturday, you walk the harbor and see a gaggle of attractive men. You can’t believe your luck and think this must be divine intervention. You later learn the AA meeting just adjourned.
You’re a teacher and your date tells you he knew everything he needed to know in 7th grade.
Your date’s junior high daughter insists on sitting in the front seat when you travel and your date goes along with it.
You’ve had your eye on your handsome neighbor. You notice every Friday he’s holding the hand of some cute young thing pulling her roller bag. They’re giggling in anticipation of the weekend. On Sunday, she’s walking 10 feet in front of him, with a thin-lipped stare, pulling her own damn suitcase.
Yep, there's lots of bullets at the shooting range. Sometimes you should just flip the safety and head home...