Puppies Part 2 of ???

I should mention that I had been using match.com prior to finding Otto and moving to Downtown L.A., but like I said in the previous post, I had essentially given up on men for the most part. I was 26 at the time, the precise age that I had assumed for the vast majority of my life, I would've been married and with children by. Clearly that wasn't meant to be.

About 3 months into living in the new pad with my new pup and generally enjoying life, emails from various men seeking women were still periodically finding their way into my inbox. One such email came from a gent we'll call "George." George was a nice, polite, chivalrous, smart, handsome, blond-haired, blue-eyed doctor. We got along well and he seemed to like Otto. You'll note this had become a factor in the dating process, which again, I wasn't certain I was really hip on anymore anyway.

George and I went on a handful of dates - and they were entirely pleasant and enjoyable. He was decidedly different from anyone I'd ever dated before, which was refreshing.

Then about a month in, I get another email from another guy. His email and match.com profile were hilarious, which was intriguing, but frustrating, because I was never able to date more than one guy at a time. I had pretty severe tunnel vision when it came to dating. So, I wrote him back, explaining that I had just started dating George, and had no idea where it was going, but that I would hang on to his email address should I find myself looking again. He seemed to appreciate this gesture.

Interestingly, one week later I was over at George's with Otto. Otto desperately wanted on to the couch with George and I.

George wasn't having it.

I had noticed aspects of his anal-retentiveness previously. He seemed to be a bit of a neat freak. Not that this is necessarily an entirely bad thing, but I noticed that in his home, there was very little in the way of stuff. Everything was pretty minimal. Nice, attractive... but fairly minimal, and despite nice fabrics and lots of wood, there wasn't much in the way of a homey feeling.

But it was the couch issue that sent me over the edge. I knew then and there that it wasn't going to work out.

Now where was that other guy's email address?