Published by admin at October 20, 2017 It was the third date with my then-boyfriend Jon*, and he was coming over to my place for the first time. Soon after we entered my apartment, he crouched down in an awkward “shit-bow” pose and asked, “Ok to touch right here?” “Um, ok,” I said. “Ahh, “ he muttered, gritting his teeth. “So hairy. Such a nice little hairy girl, you are.” No, we were NOT in the bedroom. Lordy, get your mind out of the gutter, as my mama would say! And no, there wasn’t much hair, either, thank you very much. Jon was meeting my dog Feeny for the very first time, a sweet little rescue terrier with fur no bushier than the budding unibrow of my youth. After Feeny confusingly sniffed his fingers, Jon whipped out a mini bottle of hand sanitizer and proceeded to douse his arms elbow-deep with the disinfectant. It was an awkward […]