There was a guy I dated briefly. It was good that we dated only briefly. He too, was a serious Christian who wanted babies like yesterday, but more bothersome was that he had a little poodle dog. A bichon frises; the least masculine dog a boy could ever own. He used to blow dry the thing if it rained. That alone and in itself was a sign, but I ignored it.
I also ignored it when the electricity went off in my town and prevented us from going to the movies. And when traffic prevented him from getting here one night. And, I think it rained every time we got together. Fate was trying to clue me in - this bichon frises guy is not for you. You probably shouldn't give him extravagant Christmas presents and invite him to your friends New Year's Party (a party I ended up going to alone, btw.)
So, I was giggling to myself about this and my office phone rang not 2 seconds afterwards.
It was bichon frises guy.
I am not joking.
He calls occasionally for work related reasons; maybe once or twice a year. But holy crap. For him to have called right after I got done smirking about him? It spooked the shit out of me. He's not someone I think about a lot, but sometimes when I see a bichon frises I giggle.
I resisted the urge to say "I was just thinking about you!" because I would have had to explain why I was thinking about him. And I wasn't thinking about him in a good way, or a wistful way, just an ironic way. He asked me his very easy and pretty apparent question, then we talked about kayaking and concerts and housing prices. It was fine, I like that we can have pleasantries, because there was a time I wanted to slash his car tires and poke his eyes out.
I never got to poke his eyes out, but I will always be thankful to him. I took back those extravagant Christmas presents after we broke up and bought myself really nice shoes. Two pairs of really nice shoes. Cute, comfortable nice shoes. And with that, a shoe shopper was born. Thanks Bichon Frises guy.