Over our dessert, I shared a photo of my pride and joy – Boo-Boo, my Cocker Spaniel.
Bob winced. “I’m allergic to pet fur,” he told me. “Anyway, I’m not so much a dog person.”
Immediately I knew we’d have no second act. Exit stage left.
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Tonight was my first date with Bob, the award-winning playwright who put our town on the map. Quite a catch. Excellent listener, attractive laugh, bright future.
Over our dessert, I shared a photo of my pride and joy – Boo-Boo, my Cocker Spaniel. Bob winced. “I’m allergic to pet fur,” he told me. “Anyway, I’m not so much a dog person.” Immediately I knew we’d have no second act. Exit stage left.
3 Comments
Sandra James
23/2/2024 07:30:42 am
Great story, Roberta! And, with my pride and joy, Lily, watching as I type this, I completely agree!
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Christa Loughrey
23/2/2024 09:12:06 am
I am so glad to see that she has got her priorities right, Roberta.
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Paul A. Freeman
24/2/2024 02:13:23 am
Get rid of the mutt!
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