There is always that frightening moment walking into a guy's place for the first time... and this happened with *Rich the other day. Now, I understand that dogs are precious and wonderful. I would love to have a dog, however, I have NO desire to decorate WITH dogs. Yup, Rich has a daschund which means he has daschund knick-knacks EVERYWHERE! It was ... um.. odd. Little candles, all lined up.. on the enlongated wooden back of a daschund. Some wood carver actually took the time to make this piece of crap? And then my date shopped, saw that piece of crap and said, "I have to have that piece of crap?" and paid MONEY for the said piece of crap?? I should protest the unnecessary, cruel treatment of that beautiful wood for such a lousy piece of crap.
Daschund plates on the wall (hey there little old lady!), even a little life-size daschund statue on the floor. And apparently the dog has a bladder issue (the real dog, not the statue) because he has this huge diaper pad on the floor for the dog. That's attractive. Ever hear of potty training?
On to the bedroom on the tour and... leaning against the wall... a shotgun!! WHICH - I find out later is "loaded and ready". No, no.. that's not scary or anything when I come to your apt for the 1st time!!! On the wall of the bedroom, you guessed it - more daschund shit!!! Then he says "these are pictures of my last dog" cute, but wait... what is that? Yes, there was a tiny urn next to the pictures. I think the guy has his dead dog's ashes!!! A shrine to the dead dog?? Now I know there are pet lovers who will think that is totally normal, but in my world... it's coo-coo.
And here's the latest update... The first few couple dates always feel a bit like a job interview, presenting that "best possible scenario" to the other party. So Rich and I went out again to dinner, date #3. I guess the dachund shit didn't scare me too bad. I have my mom to blame for that; she reminded me that when my aunt started dating my uncle, he had stuffed fish everywhere... you go there now and there are NO fish. However, I'm starting to notice a few red flags though and some odd behavior...
We're driving in the car and he says, "What do you think of these?" Now, that would be a great line in a porno if he were pointing at his testicles, but no it was pieces of paper (thank God). I look and they are real estate listings... for $550-$650,000 houses. Okay, what do I think of ... what? You want to buy me a house? You want me to give you my detailed synopsis of art deco vs. art nouveau styles of architecture? That's a LOADED question if I ever heard one. I replied, "Are you looking to buy a house?" and he says, "Yeah.. I'm thinking about it." Okay, so again... what do I think about.. what? So I say, "They seem like beautiful homes. I guess you'll have to go thru them and pick whatever is right for you."
I'm sensing this was a "test" question. Was he seeing if I wanted to live in a house? Live with HIM in the house? Clean the house? Best suggest how to decorate the house with daschund pieces of crap??? I don't get it.....??? Any ideas appreciated... the other odd part was his profile says he makes $50-75,000 a year (hey, he volunteered the info, I never asked or cared).. so can he even afford that kind of house?). He doesn't even own a washer and dryer!!!
The rest of the date went fine... I'm cool with just dating this guy right now though, just happy playing the field, nothing serious on the horizon!
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I think your right about it being a "test" question. But I bet the test was more him trying to find out if you had expensive taste. Maybe trying to feel you out and see if your a golddigger, cause God knows when daschounds come back in style he's gonna be a millionair!
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