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Finally it was Saturday. He picked me up, and off we went to his place. He lived quite a few miles from my place, we talked about everytyhing as most dates do...and finally we pulled in his driveway. All of a sudden his dogs began barking, I couldn't move. I then said, "I am not getting out of this truck, I can't, I am frozen in fear". He looked at me kinda confused, amused, and then he smiled. He said,"Those dogs wont hurt you, I promise. First off, they are chained up, and second off, if they did get loose they would just jump on you". What he didn't know is when he said they were chained up (I thought only viscious animals had to be chained), and when he said they would jump on me (I could only imagine being bitten after they pushed me down). I sat unmoveable, and suggested we go back to my place. He slowly chuckled, and tried to convince me that his dogs were not mean, he stated they were just happy to see us. I said, "I am sure you have no fears or phobias, but this is what it is like. No matter how I try to discourage this fear...I simply cannot. I was fine till I heard them barking, and then my entire body began to tremble and my heart wouldn't stop pounding so fast". After explaining that to him, he knew I was for real. So, he offered to come over to my side of the truck, and walk me to the door. I agreed with one condition, that he pull the truck up closer to the house. He said, ok", and did just that.
It's almost embarressing now that I think back about that evening. I held onto him so tight, and walked so fridged. If for any time I could to make a good impression on a date, this was not one of them. Once we got inside the house I felt such great relief, and began to feel comfortable all over again. We had a great evening, it was getting late and I had to get home. I gathered my things, we put our coats on..AND, oh no!! I forgot about those dogs. So, once again we went through the fridged escort to the truck. Of course, I stood at the door for many minutes till he quited them down, but on the way to the truck they went at it again!!!
The next day my friend called, and asked how it went. I told her all about the dogs, how embarresed I was, and how I should probably date someone who hated dogs. From then on she referred to him as 'the dog guy'. We laughed about the term, but, I really liked this guy. I only wished he would get rid of those dogs.
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