A Tale of Three Dog Walks in These Foolish Things

…or maybe a “tail” of three dog walks?

Walk #1: my “normal” morning walk with Martini - the first walk of the day and the morning “potty” run, usually right before we take our weekly trip to Target. Most of the time, it’s a short walk, taking us around the small loop in the park. Takes about 15 minutes to do the small loop. This morning we happened to see the Donut Cowboy and his Bernadoodle, Toby. It was actually good to see them and we ended up taking a longer walk together to catch up. I’m definitely not into the Donut Cowboy anymore now that I know he is married, and as it sounds, they seem to be getting along well. DC said he was taking her to brunch after his walk. We talked about my health and how I’m doing well, and I told him that I was going to take a lunchtime walk with a dude I’d dated 20 years ago and his dog. He tried to get more info out of me, but I told him it was none of his business - and then our walk was over because we had made the loop.

Walk #2: 11:30am, after my Target run, I had a walk scheduled with Devin, a guy I dated literally 20 years ago. I just found the entries I wrote about him in Open Diary and OMG - it all came back to me (wish I’d found those entries before we walked today, that would have been interesting). It was WILD to see this guy again. I don’t think he really recognized me - he’s dated so many women. Back in the day I called him a party-boy nerd because he had some geeky tendencies that I found attractive, but also some qualities that I found exciting way back then - he was living the party-boy life of a freshly minted anesthesiologist, driving fancy cars and living in a ritzy townhouse in uptown. ANYWAY. Now he’s divorced with three teenage kids - and I discovered very quickly that he’s STILL a party boy and that’s likely why he’s divorced. We talked about life way back when and life now (me, with my medical situations and Devin with his divorce and kids, etc.). I didn’t get a sense of any romance and was actually sad to hear him admit that he is not comfortable ever being alone while I am at a point in my life where I am so happy to be alone and crave solitude. I honestly think that he is one of those people who literally can’t spend a single moment alone. He told me about his “platonic” best friend neighbor who comes over when his kids aren’t with him and…I don’t know. I’m just not really down with a guy who is 54 years old and still partying his ass off. Still, the walk was nice. He has a Goldendoodle who is still a puppy and we did a good three miles together (the BIG loop). Hugged goodbye and felt kinda meh after he left.

Walk #3: My friend Cindy came over later in the afternoon with her super cute Brussels Griffon. We had a nice catch up since the last time we spoke and did a medium circuit - about the same as what I did this morning with the Donut Cowboy and his Bernadoodle. We talked about stuff going on right now, and she said she’s met someone through her ex boyfriend and has his blessing to date his friend. Can’t wait to hear how that all goes. For the longest time, Cindy wanted to have a baby and was even going through the beginnings of the adoption process as a single woman. It turned out to be too difficult at the time because she was doing so much freelance work and didn’t have a steady income. Now we don’t discuss children at all.

Lots of memories from today. Lots of thoughts. 23,000 steps.

XO,
GS