Dogs and dating

A couple of years ago, a well-meaning co-worker set me up on a blind date with his wife’s friend, Christine. Christine and I clicked almost immediately—it was like at first sight. Not love. Like. From a physical perspective, things progressed at what could be considered a normal pace: First date, peck on the cheek. Second date, a short good-night kiss. Third date, a long good-night kiss. Fourth date, she invites me upstairs. More...