Everyone knows the best way to meet someone new is by walking a cute dog. Here’s a story from AdmiGram.com that proves just how true — and how funny — that can be.
A Dog, a Park, and the Shortest Romance of My Life
I decided to put an end to my bachelor life. After all, I’m pushing forty, and going to bars is getting old. The idea actually came from my sister. She and her husband were heading out on vacation and didn’t want to drag their Pomeranian through airports. Why torture the poor animal?
So she talked me into dog-sitting and told me exactly how to do it right. Apparently, back in college, guys used to approach her constantly — all thanks to her dog. She taught me everything she knew. On Monday, she and her husband left for Europe, leaving me their New York apartment and this fluffy little guy.
On my first day of walking Pancho (that’s the dog’s name), I was a nervous wreck. What do you even say to a woman with a dog to strike up a conversation? The second I stepped outside, nerves wiped out every single tip my sister had given me.
But I didn’t stay frozen for long. The moment I reached the park, practically every woman there — with a dog or without — swarmed us from every direction. They all cooed:
“Oh my gosh, what a cute little thing! What’s his name? Can I get a picture with him?”
After five minutes of that kind of attention, I couldn’t take it anymore. I scooped Pancho up under my arm and hightailed it out of the park before they tore the two of us apart. Once I caught my breath, I sat down on a bench and sank into the quiet. But that peace didn’t last — a cute girl who looked about twenty came over and interrupted it.
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She asked if she could sit next to me, struck up a friendly conversation, and started playing with Pancho. Within fifteen minutes, I was head over heels like a lovesick teenager. We joked around, laughed, I piled on the compliments — and she smiled right back and flirted just as hard. All I could think was that the universe had finally sent me the one I’d been waiting for my whole life.
Sure, she was about fifteen years younger, but isn’t love blind to age? I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. We talked and talked and talked. And then, in the middle of this wonderful conversation, she looked at me — dead serious — and said:
“You’re so cool and funny.”
I soared straight up to heaven on the wings of love. Then she kept going:
“It’s too bad my dad isn’t like you.”
And that was the end of my love story.
P.S. For the past two weeks, I’ve been walking Pancho only near my own building. No more women for me.
image on top: FLOUFFY / Unsplash
