CindyH isn't my missus, exactly, but here's some things about her that'll make you poor guys envious.
We watched The Matrix on Saturday night. She didn't chide me for my "That's wrong!" comments (Glocks being cocked, wrong brass in the Skorpions, etc). When I apologize for ranting about gun-related mistakes in the movies, she just smiles and says "I don't mind, I'm learning!"
We *finally* made it to the range yesterday, after 3 months of trying. She brought her li'l .22WMR revolver. I brought my 1911, 1860, Marlin 60, Enfield, Mossberg 12-gauge, and H&R 20-gauge single. She had zero problems handling the .44 and .45. None. She turned potatoes into mush at 50 meters with the .22. She made scrambled eggs with the H&R and had no complaints about recoil (after I taught her correct shotgun stance).
And one more thing: she's waiting impatiently for her Walther to arrive, because her .22 is too big to pack.
Eat yer hearts out, suckers.