…the title of this entry is what I said to Ziggy after he walked me home from the late night event in the arts district on Friday night. I told him I was going to be at the event walking my dog because, really, I walk the dog in that area every evening. He took that to mean we were going on a date. I knew this, but I pretended not to. I don’t know why I couldn’t be straight forward with him before he went to the trouble of taking an Uber to my place and getting glasses of bubbly for us to drink on the patio at the park.
The kicker and I believe the nail in the coffin was when we took the dog out to the lawn area to “do her business” and when she did, he asked me if he could pick it up for me. I don’t know why that bothered me so much - it shouldn’t have, but it did. I was just weirded out for some reason that he wanted to pick up my dog’s poop for me. I guess if I really liked the guy it would have been awesome, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want a guy who offers to pick up your dog’s shit…still it weirded me out and I was just done by that point.
He walked me home and asked me if I was interested in seeing him again, and that’s when I got honest with him and told him I wasn’t in a place to date him and then I told him to check in with me from time to time…which might be a weird thing for me to say, but what if I feel differently in a month or so?
Nah. I highly doubt it. Just like I doubt he’ll ever check in with me again.
xo
gs
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