As per what often happens with dogs, if you're (ie: the human) a social creature, then interactions with other humans and their canines ensue. We've begun to get into the dog-walking rhythms of the day, doing the loop around Brisbane morning and evening with Mr. Darcy (plus a run with his dad if he's lucky). Whilst beginning the walk last night, we happened upon a favorite friendly neighbor and his dog.
"So, how's it going?" (him)
"Good, good, just walkin'" (as you can see, the conversation was well on its way towards greatness).
"So, when's the wedding?"
"Oh, we actually got married a couple of weeks ago!"
Pause...awkward silence...does he know who I am?
"I'm Cara - I married James; we live at the end of the street."
"Oh yes, yes - he's the .... " Another pause.
My thoughts: oh...the white male doesn't know how to say "black man." That's okay. I'll break the silence and the racial barriers, and put the words in his mouth for him.
"Well yes, but I was going to say HOT GUY!"
Dying, dying. I was dying.
"Yup, I think he's pretty hot too."
Matt* then proceeded to tell me about how he and his partner and the other gay men on our street were so excited to learn that a hot, single man had moved in - but bummer that he's heterosexual!
I'm excited to do dinner with these new friends. Welcome to the neighborhood, welcome to the neighborhood.