The Second Date

Because everyone is breathless to know about my tiny love life: I’ve had follow up dates with one of the locals. What a brave man. Like the forward hussy I am, I asked him to dinner for our second date so maybe he felt sorry for me? A stranger to this land needs a little help and support? It was a simple date. Just dinner on a “school night”. But it wasn’t any less interesting or fun than the first date.  I continued to ask rapid fire questions and about a third of them were feigned stupidity. Going for the cheap laugh.

Then we had a third date that was even better than the other two combined because outside of my late love–Kipper Q Dogg–he has the best dog.  Good thing I’m really fond of this guy because I would be tempted to use him for his dog.

But oh…this Man…needs be watched…he is a wily one…he caught on to my mock ignorance and warned me (with a wink) “I’m not gonna trust any of your questions are legitimate.”

Damn, I guess I’ll need to start juggling if I want him to laugh.

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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4 Responses to The Second Date

  1. TJ says:

    Hey, don’t feel bad for thinking of using him for his dog. I once kept dating a guy because I adored his mitten-pawed cat and couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him. Still is the only cat I’ve ever really loved. Such a bonus if a guy is a cool pet owner. Happy to hear you found someone intriguing!

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    • Laura says:

      What a hilarious story. Too bad you couldn’t have married him and then demanded the cat in the divorce. Trust me, it’s a toss up who I like best: Miss B or her master.

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  2. I kinda figured you hadn’t scared him off. A guy with a good dog? Worth further study.

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  3. Laura says:

    His sweet dog who is now to the point of running to me whenever I arrive at the ranch. But if he ran to the car as a greeting that might be a little creepy. 😀

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