Never have been a pet person. I don't hate pets but a big turn-off are dates who insist treating the animal like it is a person, and only she can read the dog's mind. The last date I was on, my date told me, that she couldn't have me meet her dog, because he was depressed today and was thinking about the divorce she and her second husband had, 8 years ago. I being the gentleman that I am, empathize with her and finished the conversation, then excused myself to go to the bathroom, laughed my *bleep*-off, paid for the meal and left. I am so glad we came in separate cars. The last blind date my friend will ever set-up for me. Pray for my friend. He will be shot at sunrise.
She texts me the next day, Oh you must have misunderstood, I didn't mean our date was over, I meant we couldn't go to my house and have sex. Let's have dinner again, after Macaroni is feeling better and then we can do it right. Let me emphasis this was a BLIND date. I just met the woman.