I joked that I would be married by then, and he stepped it up. We were both free on a weekend day, and he said he would drive to my part of the city to meet up.Sidenote: he took it upon himself to text me that he didn’t make a lot of money. He asked if it was OK if he brought his dog for a walk.With a modest stable of dogs patiently waiting, and BYOD (bring your own dog) heavily encouraged, these canine-centric mixers are taking place from 7.30-9.30pm, or perhaps even later if you hit the romantic jackpot.The friendly team will be greeting people outside the Basement Theatre’s bar, introducing both dogs and daters.He said he was new — many people claim to be “new,” like they don’t want to admit they’ve been on the site or app for a year — and wasn’t savvy about dating. Usually I would consider this a red flag, savvy dater than I am, but I let it go. When we talked about meeting, he seemed to shy away.He told me he could meet me in two weeks, and that he was really busy with work.I said yes — it’s unlike me to lie, I just didn’t have the energy or heart to tell this man that I had no interest.
I need some new activities.” Ted messaged me on a dating site. He was handsome and tall, based on his profile pic, but there was only one photo and it was blurry."It's like throwing chum into the ocean," I told her."If you've got a dog on a leash, I swear, people just For as many weekend days as it took, I'd borrow dogs of varying shapes and sizes, and walk them around different NYC neighbourhoods too see which one got me the most, uh, tail.I wondered how it was that he didn’t sense my discomfort on the walk.I waited a day and texted back, politely, that I didn’t feel a connection.