Mr. Sensitive

My man can be incredibly charming. He has a beautiful smile and when he talks to you, you feel like the only girl in the room. Sometimes though his dry sense of humor and sarcastic tone kind of overshadow the other stuff. The WASPy party was no exception.

It was towards the end of the night and we were heading out the door. We each hugged the hostess goodnight and somehow in our tipsiness the subject of their dogs came up.

"Hey! Where are those dogs?" I asked, looking around the living room realizing the beasts hadn't shown their face during the entire party.

"Oh well we put one of them in the backyard. And the other..." she trailed off and bit her lower lip. "Would you believe the bigger one died a few months ago?" she asked.

My eyes bugged in surprise and I said, "Ohmigosh I'm so sorry." And then, "Was he old?" hoping that was the explanation for the sad circumstances of losing the family pet.

"No actually! He was only four!" she said as she grimaced a bit.

"What happened?" Kelly asked.

"He choked on a rock! We took him to the vet and they were going to have to do emergency surgery which would have cost between twelve and fourteen thousand dollars so I called Joe and asked him what he thought we should do and he rushed to the vet and we decided we just couldn't afford the surgery. So we had him put down," she finished with a sigh.

"He choked on a rock?" Kelly asked. His face showed his disbelief that this could happen.

She nodded slowly.

"Well you know what that is?" Kelly asked. The hostess and I turned to look at him and he continued, "Natural selection." He nodded his head resolutely twice.

Thanks for the explanation Darwin. I thought to myself. I punched him in the bicep and said, "Babe!!! That's mean!"

Thankfully the hostess laughed and said, "Exactly!"

Charming? Yes. Sensitive? Sometimes!