Park Date

Date With A Dog

Since I’m having some trouble finding real 1:1 dates with real men, I’ve reverted to the comfortable, neighborhood Park Date. This is an ongoing date that happens every night, in the convenience of my own ‘hood. It is not 1:1 exclusive, but it always promises to be fun. At any given time there is a motley combination of grownups with their “special” canteens, kids, animals and bikes (kids not to be confused with animals).

Last night I was feeling lonely, so I texted a quick pick up line to my old standby, the reliable, dependable Park Dates. Unlike most cheesy dates who play hard-to-get mind games, Park Dates don’t hesitate to jump right in. We all congregated in a matter of minutes.

Friends & pets!

Resilience!

And Jen was swept off her feet. Literally. Now, Jen is married to a very hot firefighter. But he is not the one who swept her away. Jen was innocently walking, holding her little boy when an immense black dog came charging up. You’d think doggie would have the sense to avoid a large object like Jen, but no. He hit her full on behind the knees (she didn’t even see it coming). Jen flew up high and then hit the ground with an immense thud (and she is not a thuddy-type person). Her son flew even higher and echoed the thud in miniature. The neighbors were dumbfounded. It was like a cartoon, but better! Oh...wait. Is Jen HURT?

Dates, if you have too many of them, often seem to end in hurt.  Why is that???

But Jen bounced back. That’s what I like to see in a Park Date. Resilience.