When I was 20 years old, I was infatuated with my brother’s 28-year-old friend (who I’ll call Ben). Ben was absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, his wife thought so, too. I know, I know, I shouldn’t fall in love with married men. But if you met him, you’d fall in love, too.
Anyway, after giving him an ultimatum to either break up with her or marry her, Ben’s bitch of a wife was cheating on him “Ultimatums” Sound Like “Old Tomatoes” Because They’re Always Rotten two years into their marriage. And he didn’t know.
It made it that much more painful to know that not only was he off limits because he was married, but he was off limits and being made a fool of. All I would think was, I would never cheat on him if he were mine.
The other day, my friends and I were discussing a guy that I used to talk to. “Egh, you don’t wanna start anything with that guy,” my friend Carmela said. “He’s obsessed with his dog. Do you ever see his Facebook statuses? Everything is about that dog. ‘I’m taking Coco for a walk.’ ‘I’m playing with Coco.’ He’s crazy.”
“Ugh,” Melissa and I groaned in unison. And then I realized something: Everything in MY life is about MY dog. When I said it, Melissa and Carmela (who are sisters-in-law) said variations of, “Oh, yeah, me too,” and we all had a good laugh.
Guys I date often become jealous of my love for my Golden Retriever/Spring Spaniel, Buddy (aka The Bud). What they don’t understand is that he is one of the 5 most important guys in my life (my dad, two brothers, Buddy, and my late cat, Cotton Ball). When I’m happy, he’s there. When I’m sad, he’s there. When I need to cuddle, he’s there. When I want to eat with someone (and have them steal half my food) he’s there. The Bud is my life-long companion…and, until there’s a ring on my finger, the guy I’m dating…is not.
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