It’s not easy being the only one.
I don’t believe that we give ourselves enough credit for just how good we are at miscommunication.
They smell of despair.
In the immediacy of this last election in these here United States, I was struck with this question: what is Trump doing to our intimate relationships?
Must be a mammal that is able to meet me at the door…or somewhere around the apartment, therefore, likely a dog or a cat, but perhaps a rabbit would do, too. Hypo-allergenic, as furry animals are all in the realm of “things trying to kill me.” Not fussed on color, but very fussed on temperament; I already date enough women that tend to claw at me, emotionally and/or physically, do not require it in a pet. Some potty training required, but recognize that complete potty training may be a myth from the Interwebs. Animals never flush. I will provide all sorts of toys. Opposable thumbs not necessary.
Willing to pay $$$; not willing to sell my soul to Cthulhu. (Therefore, if there is an extensive owner interview, I am not down for that, because it’s just a bit much). Will care for pet with all my heart and make sure it eats organic…ish. Me casa es su casa. Must love humans; this one in particular.
I don’t like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Perhaps I asked too much of you without you ever even knowing it.