A Dog of a Date

It's been so many years now, I have blocked out his name and how I met him, but I vividly recall our first and last date. He picked me up at work with his dog in the back seat. We did the small talk thing in the car and as we were driving, he asked if I minded if we stopped at the vet because his dog was sick. I said, "Sure, no problem." I can be agreeable like that on a first date. ;) We pulled into the vet's parking lot and trooped inside. I waited in the waiting room while he and his German Shepherd went in for their appointment. When he came out, he asked if I was hungry and since it was nearly 8 pm and salad at lunch was a distant memory, my answer was a resounding yes. He pulled into the McDonalds' drive-thru and asked me what I wanted. I'm all for dashboard dining, but for a first date? We ate in the car as he drove me home. I kid you not. That was the entire date. He called me constantly for a week after that, asking for a second date. He never did understand why I wouldn't go out with him again.

Cate, New Jersey

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