Stop being so handsome.
Fine. Keep doing it. But be my boyfriend while doing so.
I have a dog too. We could take them on walks together, while holding hands.
You have salt’n’pepper hair and are probably approaching 40.
I like that.
You look like you probably wear cologne, but only a tiny spritz,
every now and then.
You probably wear nice v-neck sweaters in the fall—I can tell—but today you were wearing a plain white t-shirt.
Good job.
You could totally get hired as one of those charming guys with fake accents, trying to sell fingernail buffers at the mall, but that would be a joke, cuz you’re over-qualified.
You probably own your own business. (congratulations)
You’re like a poor man’s George Clooney (shhhhh, even a poor man’s—-that’s still SUCH a compliment.)
Lets get dinner. I’ll buy, but I’m sure you won’t let me. You’re so smooth.
Her Two Cents on Handsome Man Walking His Scrappy Dog
I’ve found so many missed connections involving dogs that I’ve decided I need to set up a separate category on this site. That way all of our dog-loving readers can get their fill of their favorite four-legged furry friends and their comely/sexy/intriguing/hunky owners. I profess to be a cat person at heart, but if walking a dog on a regular basis would but me into contact with George Clooney (or the poor man’s George Clooney) I think I might be convinced to add another species to my life.
Gentle Readers: OK, dog owners, now is the time to speak up! Regardless of your current relationship status, have you ever had any flirtatious encounters (or hopes for flirtatious encounters) when out exercising your pet? What happened?