Speaking of things it’s not cool to dislike (in this case dogs), aka a creepy guy story
So yesterday I was momentarily sitting on Main St, texting a friend, when I felt something in front of me and looked up to find a rather large dog that was still a puppy, on a leash, about to nudge me.
I looked up at the guy holding the leash, as he said, “Oh, you’re afraid of dogs” and pulled the puppy back a couple of feet, ordering it to sit. I just kind of stared at him as he went on to say, “But she’s really friendly…she’s a big lover…loves to play and just love all over people”.
I don’t know why that guy thought I was scared when I was just startled, and I don’t know why he felt the need to talk about his dog ‘loving all over’ people, which had a sort of inappropriate subtext in the way he was saying it.
In between glances at the dog, I continued to stare at the guy. He was good-looking in that Northwest-my-hobbies-are-hiking-and-reading sort of way, and I could not for the life of me figure out why the fuck he was using his goddam dog to talk to me - I’m not that kind of attractive girl that good looking guys need a ploy to talk to - or why he was using minding-my-own-business me to entertain his goddam dog, if that was his actual intent.
I’m not scared of dogs, per se, though I hate when people let their big dogs try to knock me over, because that does scare me. However, it’s also true I don’t like dogs in and of themselves - ‘It’s a dog, I love it!’ Rather, I love individual dogs, for who they are, not the fact that they are a particular kind of beast. And I prefer to meet them in a way other than having them randomly nudge and/or jump on me.
Anyway, I didn’t say anything, so he started off, turning back to sort of haltingly say “Well, have a nice day”.
Most people would say I was an asshole, that he was ‘a nice guy’. But I would argue that a ‘nice guy’ doesn’t let his dog run up on you when you aren’t looking, not knowing if you are scared of them or allergic.
I am neither, but I didn’t trust Mr. My Dog Wants To Love On You, either.
This story made me laugh somehow. I mean, it *is* creepy, the kind of experience after which I might feel the need to take a shower even, but also kinda random in that way wherein you feel like you are only half aware of all the factors at play in a given situation, at best. Maybe Mr. Tell You How You Are (typical emotionally abusive sorta stance, ultimately, like he has any right to decide ‘you are afraid of dogs’!) had been consuming some one of those Love All Over You substances lol, hence his weird rhetoric. Maybe he was secretly mortified that he had lost control of his luvywuvyduvy dog for long enough that she would startle someone and was awkwardly trying to make it better. Or maybe he’s worked that Love on You line before to good effect, you know, for quick hookups, not just with girls so stunning they must be spoken to via a mascot first. Who Knows? Disconcerting to have to work through all the possibilities while deciding how to answer, however, doubtless. I’m guessing its generally a good instinct, whatever his actual motivation, to distrust Mr. My Dog Wants to Love on You, though!
