Sometime last month, Boo asked me if I met my soul mate and he had one flaw, what would I chose it to be. After some contemplation I decided it would be that he has an awkward name, like Peter or Ryan (I’ve dated 3 this year, they’ve all been Red Flags), or Scott (because, hello, that’s my ex husband’s name).
And for a while now, I’ve had this dream about being at the dog park and seeing a dog, then looking up to the owner to see a gorgeous guy with amazing eyes.
Every morning when I say my prayers, I make 3 wishes. They almost always come true. The other morning, I wished for someone from my past to unexpectedly pop up.
These are not three random thoughts. They’re all related. Because the that very day that I made that wish, i was at the dog park. A dog came toward me, and when I looked up to its owner, I was met with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. The rest of him was amazing. He smiled and said hi like he knew me. I asked if I knew him. He said my name, then told me his. Scott.
And there was my wish coming true. I’d met him months ago at the dog park, actually, and he got my number. We texted for a while, but I believe I blew him off for surfer boy. Eventually, he stopped texting me. I was thinking about him last week, wondering what happened to him.
So there was my past unexpectedly popping up, with a name I wasn’t crazy about, at the dog park. Looking gorgeous. Better than I remember.
We had a doggy play date last night, and tonight we’re going to the beach to watch sunset. He seems nice. Like, a nice guy. The kind I would’ve formerly turned my back on. But I’m done dating the douchey fuckboys. Because that’s all they are.
So. Here we go with dog park boy and his amazing blue eyes.
Also I have a date Friday and Sunday with boys from online.
But when I think about what I want to tell my friends about where I met my soul mate, I like the idea of it being at the dog park.
We’ll see…
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