I was probably near 30, a graduate student in NYC in the early '80s with very little money. Had wife and a baby. There was a fair amount of violent crime in my upper west side neighborhood, so I decided to get a gun for home protection. Went downtown to police HQ to ask how to proceed. They gave me a form to fill out and submit in order to receive a permit to keep a handgun in my home. (Not CCW.)
Per the paperwork, the permit it would cost me $80, several weeks worth of groceries at the time, and a six month wait.
The heck with that!
The next time I drove down to Virginia to visit my folks I asked my dad's advice about what gun to buy. Though not a gun guy, he had a Browning HP, and had carried one in Vietnam as a CIA officer. (He had a story about turning down some guy's offer of two 1911s for it over there.) He thought highly of it, so I decided to get one.
Probably not the best choice for HD for a novice, but..
So, went to the LGS in Va, ordered the HP, and some days later and $400+ lighter in the wallet, drove back to NYC with the HP and a partial box of ammo. I kept the pistol in the Browning zipped pistol rug hanging on a hook behind my bed's headboard.
My plan, if I needed to use it, was to leave town.
I sold it a few years later to a good friend when another good friend was getting married in Guatemala and I needed money to travel. On the plane to Miami, where I would change plains, I met a guy heading toward the same wedding whose father would later offer me a job that led to my career as an expat businessman in Japan.
My brother inherited my dad's HP. I occasionally think of replacing the one I sold, but I am pretty much a revolver guy nowadays. Like the simplicity.