You Hate My Dog
I thought you were the nicest guy ever. I mean, you were nice to the waiter on our first date, and I knew you called your mom once a day. So I thought that you could come over and we could have a casual date and then some sex. But as soon as you walked in and my dog greeted you, you pushed him away and inquired as to why he didn’t live outside.
I could understand if my dog was one of those obnoxious rat-like creatures, or if he had greeted you in a frightening way. But no, he is eighty five pounds of lovable friendliness.
Wait- You aren’t even allergic to dogs? You just “never liked them?” Please get out of my home, and my life, forever.
Woof.
-Written by Kat
I could never date someone that doesn’t like dogs.