After my “not-a-date” date last week, I drove home around 9PM. As I was driving, the thoughts swirled around in my head. How did this go? Did I enjoy it? Did she? Is it over before even beginning? Did we make a connection? Could we be friends? Do I want that? What does she want? Could this be more than friendship? yada, yada, yada…
Our 4 hours of conversation began playing in my head.
I called a good friend to talk, but of course, my call went to voicemail. Which was for the best because I needed to process my thoughts on my own instead of simply shotgunning them through the phone at him without having any intention of taking any of his advice.
I pulled into my garage after being away for about 5 hours and could hear my dogs barking like lunatics inside. This was the first time I’d left them alone for this long at night. I knew they’d be fine because I had walked and fed them early and they had the doggie door to get outside.
When I stepped into my house from the garage, there they were – jumping up on me, squealing and barking in delight, play bowing, jumping up on their hind legs to kiss me and running in zoomie circles.
They were so overjoyed to see me that I couldn’t help but be overjoyed back.
We all ran outside for a quick bark at the phantom monsters in the yard and a pee. Then they jumped up on the sofa to nestle in my arms while I pet them and told them I loved them.
I could not have scripted a better way to be greeted when I got home.
