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“Dear PoPville,

This fall, I (woman, late twenties) picked up a habit of taking a long walk after my work day wrapped. Sometimes I’d pass through Logan Circle while people took their dogs out to play, and occasionally I’d notice a good-looking guy bringing his gray Frenchie by in a Batman bandana. I probably saw him a handful of times around 6 pm. This is a note to the dog dad in regard.

You: tall (6’1” or so?), black shorts and spandex best classified as “doing admirable work,” calves of an angel.

Me: not tall (5’3″), leopard-print athleisure best classified as “a vaguely outrageous choice,” curly hair that one might poetically compare to the color and contour of ramen noodles. But you can call me by any noodle you’d like.

So let’s look at the situation as it stands. Should I have started up a conversation the first time I saw you with your Frenchie? Yes, absolutely, and I accept culpability for my mistake. To put it in scientific terms, I was chickenshit. But I hope you’ll forgive me, dog dad. I don’t have pets, and it’s a little intimidating to seek membership in the dog circle when you have no dog to offer up. I might have introduced myself eventually, but once our clocks changed, I stopped seeing you around after dark.

I thought I may have passed you in the circle this week, which is why I’m writing. But sadly, on second look: different dog, different dog dad.

If there’s no pup co-parent in the picture, I’d love to say hello on your next walk. If not, please accept my deepest appreciation for the spandex. I considered it a public service.”

Ed. Note: If this is you, please email [email protected] so I can put you in touch with OP. For those curious about passed missed connections, some have been made and when possible I’ll try to update when/if more are made.


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