Guys Are Unserious

The Golden Retriever was a good boy, until he wasn’t.

Before we went on our first date, the Golden Retriever was very clear that he was not interested in anything serious. This was perfect, because I didn’t want anything serious either.

We met for beers and hit it off right away. He seemed nice and very polite. He walked me to my car and as I awkwardly said I didn’t know if we should hug or what he kissed me. Swoooon, it was a great kiss. I wanted it all and more. Tall, handsome, sweet…. but, oh so dumb.

We continued to chat and he convinced me to have him over on my lunch. OH MY GOD. This man didn’t know the difference between an entree and an appetizer, but he did know the right questions to ask. Faster? Slower? Harder? Softer? This? Yes? Ugh… very hot.

The Golden Retriever continued to be a good boy and came over when I asked. He took me out to dinner and had drinks with me. I helped him study and that was…interesting. I thought he was so sweet, but he just didn’t have a lot going on between the ears.

One night, I asked the good boy to come over and he asked me if I had slept with anyone else since I had last been with him. I had, so I was honest. He told me he was disappointed and upset. Why? We had agreed to be casual. The good boy told me that he did not want me sleeping with other men. However, he would continue to date other people, because he is looking for “a wife”. Excuse me?

The good boy was no longer good. He had to go. So, onto the next. But before we go to the next, a quick intermission with the 25 year old.