I’ve been reading, writing and reviewing my brains out for the past 48 hours (thankfully being a dance critic is way more fun than being a book critic because as a dance critic, people are nice to you and give you free wine. You get free tickets too, which is of course the entire point, but priorities are priorities and I’ve always loved the taste of free wine— especially free wine consumed amongst wealthy patrons of the arts).
But let’s get back to the real reason we’re all here this morning: it’s not reading, it’s not writing and it’s certainly not reviewing—it’s dating. Unfortunately, there’s not much to say about long distance limbo dating of the laissez faire variety: he called me; I called him. He texted me; I texted him but I’m twitterpated, for better or worse, so even though I’m not actively dating Date #7, I’m also not actively dating anyone else.
We’re putting our half-baked Tuscan villa plans on hold until we’re both in a position to actually go to Tuscany (which won’t be any time soon thanks to my teaching schedule) and focusing instead on the planning of our second date. (Date #7 isn’t much a planner and patience is a virtue I’m definitely lacking but I know this much: it’s going to take place in Pittsburgh, and it’s going to include a visit to someplace I’ve always wanted to see.)
So, onto today’s topic, shall we?
I have to thank Date #6 for this one. Last week he sent me an email to tell me he had a “great” idea for my blog and I’ve got to hand it to him: it’s a good one.
Date #6, you see, has a bit of a dilemma. He’s gone on plenty of dates with plenty of women and he’s gotten numerous invitations to “come up for a quick drink” but this, without fail, is the point at which disaster strikes.
Date #6, you see, has a dog.
And this dog has to be let out.
What’s a poor guy to do? Ditch the date to take care of the dog or ditch the dog to… you know… “take care” of the date?
I have to admit, one of the first things struck me about Date #6’s profile was his dog. If you’re a guy and you’re online profile does not include a picture of a dog, you’re making a big mistake. It doesn’t have to be your dog, mind you, but dogs are instant chick magnets (as proven by my initial attraction to Date #6 last summer) so if you don’t have one, you need to borrow one. (Just don’t go all Hugh Grant in About a Boy because if you’re not a handsome, rich Englishman, there’s no way you’ll get away with it.)
Anyhow, Date #6 suggested that this is a problem faced by single dog-loving men and women around the world over and that my readers might have some advice. So, you’re turn: do you have a dog? And if so, what do you do about said dog when the inevitable “come up for a drink” invitation is issued? Does having a dog help or hinder your love life? Last but not least, have you ever lied about having a dog and if so, what it to get out of an awkward situation or to get into one?
PS: If you watch the following and don’t laugh, you are very cold-hearted human being.