When I went out with the cowboy I mentioned in the last blog, I didn’t have too bad of a time overall. I did feel like he was a lot more serious than me in general. He tended to look at me with less respect every time I made a silly comment about the food we were eating or got excited about something. We went to a Brazilian restaurant. Definitely not my favorite since I’m big on bread and don’t consume much meat. But I enjoyed it.
Then we went to see the new Christmas Carol movie with Jim Carrey. It had a lot of hillarious moments and I barely heard a single chuckle come from him while I was laughing out loud a lot.
So by the end of the evening, I was thinking this would be our only date. I was much too goofy for this guy, and he was too serious for me. But since we had a drive home, I kept the conversation flowing as best I could. During an awkward pause I looked out the car window and saw a PetSmart. I mentioned that I visit the cats up for adoption there sometimes just because I love cats so much. He looked at me and said, “Oh so you’re a cat person, huh?”
I said, “Oh yes, I adore cats.”
He paused, then said, “Well then I could offend you with a story about cats.”
Since I wanted to know what in the world that meant I acted totally cool with it and said, “Ya tell me!”
He then went into a whole story about how he grew up on a farm, so they would get loads of stray kittens wondering around the property a lot. Since there was no pound in his area, he and his family would gather up the kittens into sacks, tie them closed and chuck them into a flowing canal.
Holy cow! I couldn’t believe it! He acted totally justified in committing such a barbaric act! I was on a date all this time with a kitty murderer!
The animal conversation continued and he also explained how to properly train any dog or cat to do what you want them to do. If they get out of line, just grab them by the neck and hurl them across the yard.
Oh my gosh! I changed the subject as soon as I could. I was now absolutely sure I didn’t want to see this guy again. I’d hate to hear his methods on child discipline. I can just see a toddler being hurled by the neck across the house. Thank goodness we drove past that PetSmart.
Dottie's Dating Drama 