If I could have dated the dog, I'd still be with him....
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: Mr. Brightside -- The Killers
I went out with a friend of mine tonight. She's vivacious and adventurous and so sure of herself, a wonderful woman I cherish deeply.

There was a pianist playing old jazz standards, and we were having a great time catching up. When I mentioned I was back in the dating game, she encouraged me briefly, then asked for my recent dates' names. First and last. See, over a year ago, she and I were discussing dating disasters, and she named a guy whom I, too, had dated a couple of times. He was such a jerk, but he'd had this awesome dog. We compared notes, laughing at how small San Diego can be at times. I went home that night and related the story to my roommate, who had a date over. She didn't remember the guy's name, but she remembered his dog. Months later, another friend and I were having the same conversation, and it turns out that she'd actually DATED him. I'd been on a couple of dates with him, nothing more.

I wonder whatever happened to that dog? He was so cool.