Remember my old roommate, Dan? In April 2004, he took one look at the twin bed I was about to move into the spare bedroom of his apartment and said, “Um. No. If you don’t have room in your bed for a man, you don’t have room in your life for a man. You want a man? Go get a real bed.” I understood what he was saying. Create a metaphysical space in your life for the things you want.
Here’s the thing about that puppy I found last week. (Stay with me, these two things are related.) I feel like the man I’m going to end up with will probably be a dog person and will probably have a dog. I’m trying to leave a dog-shaped space in my house in case Mr. Wonderful and his Mastiff walk in.
Now, chances are he won’t have a Mastiff, which is good because the one I know from the dog park weighs 180 pounds. But let’s say I find a chihuahua running around the neighborhood, well, he’s only going to take up 9 pounds worth of my dog-shaped space. There would totally be room for a pit bull up in there. Or a lab, or a shepherd.
Whatever, my point is, that puppy was under 20 pounds, and he wasn’t going to grow up to be a huge dog, but he wasn’t going to grow up to be small dog, and what if he took up too much of my dog-shaped metaphysical space and Mr. Wonderful and his Rottweiler couldn’t fit?