We’d been flirting online for weeks. It had all been leading towards a real-life-actual-date but—just as I headed out the door to meet him—my phone rang.
It was him.
He sounded panicked: “I can’t make it tonight. My dog’s not very well.”
Well, fair enough. When you have dependents—whether they’re a human or a furry friend—you have a duty to look after them. So, I didn’t mind him cancelling at all.
I texted him the next day to ask how the dog was, and to see when he wanted to meet.
But I never heard from him again.
I still have no idea whether he’d got cold feet and the dog was just an excuse, or whether dog-illness-sadness prevented him ever dating again, or perhaps he was whisked off his feet by a particularly sexy vet.
Whatever happened, I hope the dog was OK.