I am dog sitting for the weekend. Lucky for me there are coffee houses that don’t just allow dogs, nay, they relish in inviting four legged friends into their establishments. N0w, I don’t know if you are familiar with Shelties, but they are essentially Collie’s but shrunk down. And if there is something the women tend to fawn over, it’s tiny dogs. I walked this dog a few blocks, and was at the coffee house for a few hours and they were all over him, and through the transitive property, me. This is how I came to encounter Emily. Emily with her tight ponytail, blonde locks, and brown eyes. The first words I heard out of her were a few octaves higher than her regular voice. We struck up a conversation about the dog, and it didn’t take me very long before I procured a number, and vague talk of plans later, as we both had a free Friday night.
And then I took a nice long walk in cold killing a few smokes. I suddenly fell very still and decided to treat myself to a rather expensive bottle of scotch. The liquor store clerk found the dog decidedly not-so-cute, and told me to keep him outside. I tied him up, while keeping an ever watchful eye, procured the scotch, and walked back to my apartment. I always found a quiet indignity in drinking alone, and after a few hours of perusing the internet, twittering, and three old fashioneds full of scotch, I called Nicole and drunkenly asked her to come over.
She wasn’t so pleased with the drinking. I tried to lie, but she could smell it in my slurs, and my over anxiousness to have her come over. She just sighed disappointment and I felt a little ashamed of myself. Not just ashamed but small. I quietly and succinctly apologized. She told me it was okay, and for that moment I had to believe her. She told me she’d talk to me in the morning, and that it was fine, and I should just get some sleep. I hung up.
And then I called Kara. Straight to voicemail. And then I called Taylor. Again, voicemail. I was batting a thousand before I called Emily. Two and a half rings, and I hung up. I filled up my glass, put on some music and sat and read on my couch with the dog at my feet.
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