Personality Testing

...and no, I'm not talking about some goofy Facebook quiz about "Which Twilight character you would be most likely to shoot on sight". Jessa posted this quiz, and I took it, and it came back that I was an ISTJ (more accurately explained in the followup description of "Inspector". Interesting how accurate it is. At least in my case.

But back to the stuff you've all come to read! Dating! Travel! Madness!

So Un and I have had (at this point), 2 more dates. Did I mention he has two very large dogs? He has two very large dogs. We continued sending messages via Facebook on a daily basis, giving the ups and downs of our days and making basic chitchat. Kind of like in the olden days of AIM or (anybody?) ICQ. There were a few comments that concerned me, such as "Gone through 3 sets of bed sheets with the dane, time for round 4" Um, I had a puppy and a husky that needed constant supervision - the only thing that was ever "destroyed" (aside from papers/cardboard scrap left on the floor) was a high-heeled shoe and a pair of old mouldy outdoor shoes that I forgot to put away. So I asked if he had crates, to which he replied "I have one in the garage, but I don't like them personally. I know that many dogs like them, but he wouldn't ever fit. And I have to keep my door open so that cat can get food during the day" (Okay, I know that they make crates for dogs like Great Danes)

However, I am all about explanation. I don't want to push someone away because I have some preconceived notion that turns out to be blatantly wrong. Remember how I questioned the drinking thing? Exactly my point. So at dinner on the second date, I asked if he does any training with his dogs. (It's also a convenient opportunity for him to brag about tricks and things he's taught them, followed by appreciative oohs and ahs). Unfortunately, the response that I got was that he doesn't like PetSmart (used to work there, apparently) and that he did try training classes once, with his Weimeraner, with some group that used shock collars. I was the exact opposite of impressed.

Further prompting elicited that she had found and destroyed the remote, after which he did not buy any replacements. At this point, things were getting shaky. I dropped the subject and we continued on our date, catching a showing of "Tower Heist", which was surprisingly funny. I forgot how great Ben Stiller can be when you take away bodily fluids and Robert DeNiro. [Un held my hand, doing that thing where you stroke the other person's with your thumb - except he just wouldn't stop.]

So fine, I went home and thought about it, maybe he's just made some poor decisions and been a typical guy. And maybe he was dating some harpy shrew of a woman at the time that egged him on to the whole "shock-collar" thing. One more chance for redemption. One more date.

We went and grabbed sushi shortly thereafter, a quick dinner on account of my needing to be in to work that night. I was hopeful, but it was waning.

The final revelation over sushi, the ultimate dealbreaker that made me ready to give up, was his admission at dinner that night that he doesn't keep his dogs (or cat, for that matter) within the confines of his property. Nope, the doggy door is open 24/7 and they are all three permitted to roam around the neighborhood. In Austin, TX. Where there is fast-moving traffic and other people with pets that you are endangering (even if they are not vicious, the two dogs are still big enough to crush chihuahuas). I was mad, at the point of an argument, but then I just gave up. That's that. I don't have the time and I'm not willing to have the patience to deal with the possibility of that kind of future dog situation, and I'm damn sure not going to progress to a point where he might be a choice to dog-sit my puppy. [Rohan is damn well NOT going out unsupervised!]

Happily, after all that mess I got my car and things got very busy over the holidays. We would still send messages from time to time, but they were decreasing in complexity and frequency. I figured that things would just taper off, whatever. But then there was a brief exchange about how it looks like I don't have time to "do this" right now, maybe after the holidays we'll see how it goes. (Fine, whatever. You know that I've got a lot of things to do with, your family is coming into town and you aren't going to have time to "do this" either, dimwit.) It's after the holidays, and I'm done.