I’m walking the sleepy streets of Boston, rushing to get a cab when this beautiful German Shepherd bounds toward me. I stop to give him some love when I hear this German accent call from half a block away.

"Did he frighten you?"

And I say, "No! I love this dog-- I wish I could have a dog; I've been thinking about how much I wish I could have a big/strong/handsome dog all day."

So he walks over and he's this really cute German guy with a hat on. And he tells me that this dog-- his name is in German but sounds something like Canoli-- never ever goes up to strangers, so there must be something special about me that he was drawn to. All of the commands he gives the dog are in German-- so sexy when dogs speak German. And so we keep chatting and playing with the dog, and I volunteer to "pet sit" and give him my business card, and it just gets kinda hot. He works at Harvard as a researcher and makes a joke about how I must be a freshman at Boston University and then he pretends to love it that I turn out to be a writer.

Then we joke about my shoes because they're super sexy, silver and high, and he tells me that he'd be taller than me if I took them off, etc.

And then he says, "So something you said earlier really struck me..."

And I say, "Oh, which thing?" and I volunteer him a recap of our convo so far.

And he says, "No, not those things. The thing you said about being really very “lonely."

(I had never said that I was lonely...just that I wanted a dog, so basically I'm trying not to laugh that this guy is going on and on about how "lonely" I am.) So we chat for a minute more and it's kinda hot and I love the dog but I might just love this guy even more.

And then I say, "OK, well I've got to go, so I guess I'm going to ... call me sometime."

And he's totally into it and I bid farewell to the dog and then to him.

But then once I'm almost a full block away he calls out: "For shoes, you should go to DSW-- Designer Shoe Warehouse."

And I respond, "Oh, that's random. Do you do marketing for them on the side or something?"

And he calls back, "That's where my wife shops."

So guilt got the best of the married guy. Such a bummer. Such a hot nine minutes.