#nyc #men #dating #dogs and no i dont even trust the nala stomps guy

One of the most annoying little daily inconveniences for single women in cities is when you're walking and you see a beautiful man emerge in the street. You're checking him out, and you scan him, and you get to his feet, and sure enough, there's a fucking golden doodle. No disappointment quite like that. It's so immediate. You get excited, you see a hot guy, and then boom, a dog. That tells you one of two things about this guy, and both are bad news. The first, that's not a single guy. That guy's walking his little dachshund, or his little golden doodle, back to his apartment that he shares in Tribeca with his girlfriend. Who's like really put together and always has a blowout. Or two, worse, single guy with a dog. One of the only ways on earth to turn a cute dog into bad news is you pair it with like a single guy in his 20s or 30s. You know the dog first becomes a tool to attract women in the street, so gross to corrupt the beautiful innocence and purity of a dog with those gross intentions, which you know they have. And the dog also functions to distract from the guy's true asshole nature. It becomes like an excuse to act shitty, because it's like, how shitty can I be if I keep this dog alive? You can't call me an asshole, because I have this pug. I don't trust a single one of them.