I ran into The Schnauzer tonight on a walk home. It has been nearly a year since we had our short-lived “relationship.” He pulled over and asked me if I had time to talk or if I had to get home to “Dixie.” That was impressive he remembered the dog’s name. The last time I saw him, he yelled out a window “hey you.”
I chatted with him on the sidewalk where he pulled up his sweater and turned and said “look, I found someone to shave my back.” My inner Meryl Streep don’t-laugh-at him said “wow, she’s a lucky girl.” The practical side of me wondered if it was a Gilette product or something more functional by Black and Decker.
Whatever the case may be, he “misses” me and wants to go to dinner next week. Since he’s 25 years younger than my last date, I may entertain the prospect. Girl’s gotta eat. Girl’s got no blog.