I wasn't looking for this right now, I swear, but...the nicest guy on the planet ("L.," my dog park guy) gave me his phone number yesterday as we were leaving the park. I didn't "chase," though I did make it obvious, I think, that I was interested in him. He pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket as I was loading up the kids and handed it to me. You could've knocked me over with a feather (used-up cliche, my bad); I didn't even know what to say! So I thanked him and said yes, I'd like to get together. Then when I got home and settled in I called him, said thanks again, and gave him my phone numbers. I don't know if that was the "correct" dating protocol, but there's a point at which I just have to do what I think is right. So I called, and kept it short. He said he's off work today, so he'll be at the park this evening. Maybe we can make an actual date, or go somewhere tonight for a quick bite after the park.
He also discovered that Timmy can play fetch with a tennis ball. Now I've got a monster on my hands. He couldn't get enough, and L. couldn't believe I'd had him for almost a year and didn't know he could do that. Timmy is the best dog in the world; I can't believe I almost didn't adopt him.
So I've actually got a shot with the NICEST guy on the planet. I hope I'm right about this one, and that I can keep from screwing up this time. I'm so excited I could piddle on the floor.
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