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The Friend Zone Episode 3: The Bad Dog Owner

Rod Serling: Witness Mr. Michael Hempen, a charter member in the fraternity of rejection; a loser whose passion is trying to make sex on women above his vaginal clearance level. Unable to settle, unable to swallow the bitter pill of dating an obese equal, Mr. Hempen wanders down the bachelor highway alone, wearing a back pack with that sad Incredible Hulk ‘walking away’ music playing in the background. Hoping to hitchhike his way back to vagina-ville in a sleek newer model Ford Cutie rather than a 69 VW Gigantor, what he doesn’t realize is that there’s no such thing as a free ride and the next woman who picks him up will take him deep into…The Friend Zone.

The problem with my ‘No Fat Chicks’ bumper sticker approach to dating is that HOT women don’t find ME attractive. Ah, irony…it’s not just how a Chinese man named Tony introduces himself. But like anything in life…sometimes I get lucky, depending on your point of view.

Back in March a woman responded to one of my Craigslist posts and told me that it ‘made her day’. She said she couldn’t stop laughing, she read it with her friends who loved it as well, and then at the end of her email; she said “Good luck with your search”.

Let me address something right now; EVERY woman who responds in a positive way to ANY of my posts…sais the SAME fucking thing at the end of her email every time: “Good luck with your search”. I’m serious, you can look through my emails if you want (I didn’t order ANY of those extra inches for my dick if you DO read them…I don’t know WHAT those credit card confirmations are about.) First of all, why the fuck are YOU reading the “Men seeking women” section of Craigslist if you’re NOT looking for a man? Fine, sometimes you and your sorority sisters are hanging out in your pajamas, winded and sweaty after a particularly playful pillow fight (my fantasy), and you want to read through the desperate men ads and try to guess which one will be on next week’s episode of “To Catch a Predator”. I understand that there are plenty of men worth laughing at on CL, but this is serious business to me and I don’t need some tourist getting my hopes up by kissing my ass with no intention of following through. So if you don’t think you’ll EVER go on a date with a guy on Craigslist? Don’t send him an email unless you’re passive aggressively making fun of him in order to goad him into responding so you and the rest of the girls in Phi Kappa Blu Balls can get a good laugh in before getting back to giggling and hitting each other with pillows…occasionally, and accidentally of course, causing a breast to be exposed as you jump on your beds. (Excuse me for a moment…)

(Ok, I’m back. Sorry bout that, had to take care a the kid) So, that being said, I replied to her email by asking her if she owned any cats. She told me that she’d recently gotten a dog and broke up with her boyfriend because of it. Apparently, her boyfriend wouldn’t let her bring her dog into his apartment. He was a cat guy. I told her that she was better off as he was probably a homosexual anyway. I believe men who live alone with a cat…are homosexuals, whether outright or hidden from the world and themselves. She gave me her number and we texted each other over the next week.

I have no problem texting a woman for a time before moving things forward to actually talking on the phone, because it gives me an opportunity to get to know her a bit beforehand. Our conversations were descriptive, personal, and ultimately sexual towards the end. Now, keep in mind that my end goal is NOT just to fuck strangers I meet on the internet. I use the internet like the NBA uses draft picks; I’m trying to find a woman to put on my team who will eventually lead me to a sexual and emotional championship.

She told me, in our texts, that she wasn’t looking to date anyone at the moment and as I always do, I swatted that truth away thinking that she was just saying it in case she MET me and wasn’t interested. But, who wouldn’t be interested in ME? Duh, this could ONLY end well. I mean, she not only shared her sexual desires with me, but her DREAMS of having sex with ME in particular. This inflated my ego to Hindenburg proportions and although I should know better by now, my ego was destined to go down in flames.

After a week of playful text banter, pictures were exchanged and we started talking on the phone. The day after our first actual conversation, she told me that because of my voice (I DO have an awesome voice) that she had a sex dream about me and couldn’t wait to meet me in person, so we made plans for her to come over. I was excited at the prospect of meeting a potential girl ‘friend’; and although she still insisted that we would be JUST friends, I insisted on ignoring that statement. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I was in love or thinking to myself ‘this is the one’, I just have an inordinate amount of optimism when it comes to finding a woman with whom I want to spend time with. If I sat around thinking that I’d NEVER meet a woman who makes me smile all the time, or even if I sat around being pessimistic about EVERY potential mate, I’d end up getting fatter and fatter while frittering away my life playing video games and joining chat rooms to discuss the current trends of scrapbooking or some shit. So because my fear of THAT happening trumps my fear of being alone, hope springs eternal within that special place between my cock and brain.

While we were making plans for a night when she would come over to my place, she alluded to the fact that she didn’t want to leave her dog alone because she was just a puppy. Remembering how upset she was with her ex because of his doggy dysfunction, I asked her to bring ‘noodles’ or whatever the fuck it’s name was, over to my place. After all, I have a very well behaved dog and have had dogs all my life. Plus, my dog Blu gets along great with other animals and this offer could ONLY get me back stage passes to the Lady Va-J-J concert in her pants. (High five!)

When she came over that Saturday night I was relieved to see that she hadn’t lied or sent me pictures of a friend. Unfortunately this is a fear I shall carry to my grave based on previous experiences. She was super gorgeous. I hate to compare a beautiful woman to a celebrity, but in the interest of being descriptive for my audience, she looked like Jamie-Lynn Singer, you know; Meadow Soprano. She was 27 with long auburn hair and brown eyes. But there was more to her than her beauty...she had an intelligence that belied her years. Maybe because it was the first time I’d seen her eyes, I don’t know, but I saw an intellect, sadness, and kindness in them. She was shy, but that’s to be expected when meeting someone for the first time. So I raped her. Kidding, jeez; lighten up.

Her dog was a different story. At five months old, Noodles was a brown and white Pit Bull mixed with something else. She had NO control over this thing what so ever. As soon as she let it off the leash in my apartment, which I’d spent all day cleaning from top to bottom, as one does when one expects a woman to sleep with one, it ran into my hallway and took a huge shit. Blu was locked up in the bedroom, barking at the smell that must have been wafting up under the door, which caused Noodles to start scratching the shit out my carpet AT the bedroom door. She pulled up tufts of carpet before this chick took her by the collar and led her into the kitchen. Hey, it’s not my place to discipline other people’s dogs OR children. So now I have 2 dogs barking and she’s yelling at her dog to shut up while it’s pissing in excitement all over my kitchen floor. She must have hooked this dog up to a Tennessee Water Valley Authority truck before coming over because it produced a nearly nonstop stream of urine from the moment it entered my apartment to the moment they left 2 hours later. NOW I understood why her ex didn’t want the thing in his place. Who’s the homosexual now?

As a dog owner, I know that none of this is the dog’s fault. This is bad dog ownership pure and simple. The animal had NO respect for her and she did nothing to gain its respect. Constant yelling does not train a dog. I asked her if I might discipline her dog, and she skeptically agreed. “NOODLES SIT” I said in a loud, stern and firm voice. The dog shut up immediately and sat down. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t expecting that at all. Although even Blu stopped barking from the bedroom when I said that. Hell, even the chick sat down. (I told you, I have an awesome voice.) I told her that she couldn’t yell and whine at the dog. She had to be firm and commanding. Dogs are calmer and gentler when they’re part of a pack that YOU are the leader of, rather than fighting to BE the leader of that pack. I showed her a few tricks to gain the upper hand and show her dog who the boss was, but she wasn’t receptive at all to my training of her. I told her, put the dog on its back, put your hand on its chest and hold it there until it stops fighting. It’s not inhumane at all, you’re not hurting the dog, and it’s a basic training technique that teaches the dog that you’re in charge; hell, this is something that bitches have been doing to their pups since the dawn of doggy time. She refused to do it because it was mean. Then I told her that she HAS to cage train the animal. Dog’s are cave animals, a cage is not only a home to them, but it teaches them to hold their shit and piss until you take them outside. She didn’t want to do that because it was mean.

Ok, enough with this bitch (the dog I mean).

I let Blu out of the bedroom, and for the next hour these two dogs chased each other around my apartment like a Benny Hill sketch. It would have been adorable if her dog wasn’t leaving a racetrack of piss around my apartment. Eventually, she agreed to let me put her dog in the bedroom with mine so we could be alone for a bit.
Although we talked about sex before she came over, I told her that I wouldn’t try anything that first time. She called it a meet and greet and NOT a date because even if we had sex eventually, she just wanted to be friends. Since I know how nerve racking these things can be within themselves, I didn’t want to throw the added pressure of sex into the mix anyway. Just saying that out loud annoys the shit out of me.

As she sat on my couch, legs curled underneath her, I was enamored of her small frame. She wore a low cut top and the man in me took a mental picture of her cleavage for later use. She had the perfect round boobs of a 27 year old and they sat perkily in her shirt BEGGING me to hungrily lap at them like a dog that’s been walking through the desert and comes upon a watery oasis.
All I could think about was rubbing my face and/or dork between them like an angel nestling warmly into a cloudy pillow. How the FUCK could I be ‘just friends’ with someone who brings out emotions like that within me? Why would I want to and how DARE she show a starving man a steak like that and tell him he can’t have any! I call bullshit on the whole IDEA of ‘just friends’. I see a rack like that and I wanna git dat shit PREGNANT. I wanna be arguing with my child in nine months over who gets to breast feed first. I wanna kiss those titties goodbye before I leave for work every day. In short, I can’t look at those bazooms and think “wow, I’d really like to go to a bar and watch the Hawks Playoff game with those, get drunk, and then NOT bromsky them at the end of the night.” And THAT’S one of the many reasons why men and women shouldn’t be ‘just friends’, but we’ll get into that more later.

We talked for another hour. I made intentional eye contact as she told me about conspiracy theories. From what I could hear over her dog barking hysterically and the Three Stooges sound effects coming from my bedroom, she was heavily into those; like crazy shit. It seemed like she believed just about anything that was put in front of her, which kind of painted her out to be a dingbat, especially when coupled with her dog owner inadequacies. I try not to be TOO abrasive when I first meet a woman, especially before having sex with her, but when she was telling me about conspiracy theories I wanted to scream at her “HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?!?” Alas, I bit my tongue and took it hoping that she might do the same in the near future when I told her “did you know that there’s a government conspiracy to KEEP men from having anal sex with women? We should show them that they don’t control US.”

Eventually she left with the promise of coming back over the next night. I told her that I’d make us dinner and we could watch a documentary I have called “Collateral” which is about actual proven conspiracy theories. Now, at this point I was put in a difficult spot. I KNOW that she broke up with her ex because he didn’t want her dog around, so I didn’t know how to ask her NOT to bring her dog back. So I just didn’t. Vagina or dog piss, what would you do? What I didn’t consider though is that with that fucking beast around, vagina would be an impossibility any fucking way.

The next night she came over with her dog. I could hear her shouting at it and dragging it behind her all the way up the stairs. She came in wearing an even tighter and lower cut top than she wore the night before, which made me ignore the fact that her dog immediately began pissing and shitting all over my apartment.
I feel bad for women who are going to fuck me, so I try to make everything leading up to that unforgettable and probably unsatisfying experience as pleasant as possible. I cooked us a nice dinner, had the lights dimmed low with some Jazz playing on the stereo, and the table was set with the good dinnerware and candles. What can I say, I’m a romantic. I wanted to leave the bedroom open as an option for later, so I asked her if I could put her dog up in my bathroom while we ate. She looked over at her dog who was ripping up the arm of my couch like a cat in heat and said “Awwwww, that would be mean. Let’s just leave her out.”

Cut to me cleaning up food and dishes from the floor 20 minutes later as she was at the sink trying to scrub red wine off of her pants and shirt. Her dog got so excited that she was feeding it gourmet food from the table, that it grabbed the table cloth in its teeth when she stopped and yanked it and our dinner off like a drunken magician. Again, I wasn’t so much pissed at the dog, as I was at her inability to control the fucking thing. Blu was just sitting on the kitchen floor looking at me with her head tilted as if to say “you gonna put up with this shit?” Because the bathroom was out of the question, she agreed to let me put noodles in the bedroom where it barked uncontrollably for the remainder of the evening.

The two of sat on the couch after the mess was cleaned up, and started watching the movie. She sat next to me and how she could be horny in any way with that dog barking furiously is beyond me; but we started making out. Regardless of the dog, my dick was harder than Chinese arithmetic. Pants were undone, boobies were exposed, and a wild grope fest ensued. Despite my size, I’m pretty adept at using my fingers and within a few minutes she had an orgasm on my couch, twitching and shuddering as her mouth grew dry and cold; telling me she wasn’t faking it. She’d been giving me a hand job, but before I could drop the seminal hammer…I heard her dog scratching at the carpet in my bedroom.

There was nothing for it…I had to stop her. I mean, I’ve been trying to get my landlord to give me new carpet for 2 years now and he just won’t, so I was going to have to live with whatever Noodles was doing in there. I stood up, holding my pants in my fist at the waist while shuffling to the bedroom door and opened it. I was greeted by pillow feathers floating all over the room, the comforter on my bed torn, one of my shoes chewed up, and a big steaming pile of carpet cigars that had been trampled on and smooshed into the rug. I asked her again “can I please put your dog in the bathroom?” to which she hemmed and hawed and said she wasn’t comfortable with that. My only other option was to just let the dog out to chase my dog all over the apartment again as it left a trail of piss everywhere. Fine.

I grabbed a dog gate from my bedroom closet and put it up in the narrow walkway between the couch and wall that leads to my living room. I sat back down on the couch, re-unsheathed my pennis, and said “now where were we” as the dogs ran each other in circles like Superman flying around the earth to turn back time in 1. She licked the palm of her hand and reached down to cup my balls as we started making out again. INSTANT hard on. She was wearing a hoody, unzippered, and a low cut top underneath. Her breasts were still exposed as her shirt was pulled down and I reached over and brushed my fingertips along her right boob; goosepimples formed on her flesh and her breath quickened. From her breast, I followed the curve of her body down her ribcage to her hip, where I followed the line of her hipbone to the warm and waiting mound between her legs. She bit my lip hard as I touched her there and let out a deep inviting moan. I followed the crack of her pussy down to the moist hole below, and entered it as her back arched and she put her left leg over my right knee to grant me better access. I bit her neck as I moved my wet finger up again and began massaging her clit back and forth, gently at first. Her breasts heaved against me as she breathed deeply; her hand moved up and down my cock, cupping my balls with every downstroke. Back and forth, up and down; her mouth went cold again as she struggled to say “don’t….stop…” My cock began to pulse as my knees went weak “Almost…” we thought in tandum...

When suddenly, Noodles jumped over the back of my couch right between us and started stomping around playfully on my nut sack and pancaking my balls like play dough (I still have a pit bull paw print on my scrote). I jumped up in pain, as the dog licked her face furiously while wagging its tail. Now I was pissed. “NOODLES, DOWN” I bellowed, to which the animal promptly jumped down off the couch and sat on the floor at my feet looking at my exposed cock and flattened balls. The girl pulled up the hood on her shirt covering her face and said “I can’t deal with her.”

Now I was pissed, STILL not at the dog mind you; this was just bad dog parenting and my dick be damned, I couldn’t sit by and watch it any more. I pulled my pants up and said “you have to discipline this fucking dog. You’re not doing it any favors by letting it run rampant.” She looked up at me from under her hoody and said “She’s pretty calm now…” as soon as she opened her mouth, the dog jumped back on top of her and started licking her face while wagging its tail, scratching one of her perfect and perfectly exposed breasteses. She stood up screaming “OWWW” and threw the dog 7 feet across my living room. When it came back to her, still excited, but tail between its legs and pissing the whole way, she kicked it in the face. Noodles gave out a sharp yelp and lay down on the floor, tail still wagging in submission.

Shit…why did you have to go and do that?

As she pulled her leg back to kick the dog again, I pushed her back down on the couch. Not violently, I’d never hit or hurt a woman, not even as incensed as I was at that moment. I knelt down to look at the dogs face and she had blood in her mouth, the girl said “Don’t tell me how to train my dog!” as she was pulling up her shirt to cover her tits. I didn’t say a word to her. I picked up Noodles and carried her into the bathroom. I took a towel down from the rack, wet it and wiped her mouth as she was still wagging her tail and whimpering while looking up at me with sad submissive eyes. Blu had followed us in and her body language said to me “Mike…that’s fucked up. You gotta do something.”
I set Noodles down on the rug in my bathroom and closed the door behind me as I left her there with Blu. When I came back out into the living room, the girl was putting her shoes on and said “I’m sorry I yelled at you, we should get going”.

“YOU should get going…faster.” I told her with a Clint Eastwood ferocity in my eyes. “Noodles stays here. Get the fuck out and lose my number.” She looked up as I towered over her, with an argument on her lips, but when she saw the seriousness in my eyes, she grabbed her purse and got the fuck out. And THAT’S how you talk to a bitch.

I gave Noodles to a friend of mine who has two little girls and a Collie. Like me, he’s had dogs all of his life and knows how to train them so that they’re happy and fulfilled within their pack. Blu and I occasionally borrow Noodles and take her for walks with us, and at 7 months old she’s now as well trained and happy as Blu, walking diligently along side of us at the forest preserve. I’ve never heard from that bad dog owner again. I can only imagine the stories she tells her friends “I went on a date with a guy from Craigslist and he stole my dog”, well fuck her; I’m a man and I won’t sit by as a woman gets hit in front of me anymore than I’ll sit by and do nothing as ANY body kicks a defenseless puppy.
Why must it be so damned hard to find a woman worth respecting? Fucking reality shows, that’s why.

I tell this story to illustrate to you that as much as I prefer to not date a fat chick, I will not be beholden to good looks when there is no worth behind them. A woman must illustrate a modicum of decency as well as cookie restraint in order to garner the attentions of both my heart and cock. I’m shallow, but I’m not so shallow as to put my dick in the trenches of the losing side. If my dick’s gonna fight, it’s going to be because it believes in the cause. And although that night my dork lost a battle, the war wages on…

Rod Serling: Mr. Michael Hempen, lately returned from a place of near serenity, a journey into ecstasy with a highly questionable women, proving on one hand that the threads of desire are woven tightly and the skein of sex is hard to be undone. But on the other hand, there are small fragments of injustice that cannot go unanswered; cock be damned. Tonight’s thesis to be taken as you will…in The Friend Zone.
What I’m doing with my life
Trying to figure that out daily just like you.
I’m really good at
Asking questions:

1.) Where did you have your first alcoholic beverage?
2.) What, in YOUR opinion, was the best gift you ever bought for someone?
3.) First concert?
4.) What is the name of your fist pet? What is your mother’s maiden name? put them together and THIS would be your transvestite name (mine is 'Pepper Cummings')
5.) Why is it called the 'poop' deck?
6.) What is chloroform used for, OTHER than kidnapping?
7.) What is your favorite moment from 'Cheaters', 'Blind Date', OR 'To Catch a Predator'?
8.) What is the cheat code for unlimited lives on 'Contra'?
9.) If a rooster were to lay an egg on top of a triangular roof, which side would it roll down?
10.) Where would you most like to live, if time and money were NOT a consideration?
11.) Who is your LEAST favorite actor/actress and why?
12.) Have you ever worn a t-shirt with a picture of a retarded relative on it? (Or a ‘re-shirt’ as I call it)
13.) Who is the current Vice President of the United States (Don't look it up...cheater)
14.) If a man were to travel back in time to 5 minutes ago, and pleasure HIMSELF with his own hand, would that be masturbation? Or Gay?
15.) Is being Jewish a nationality or a religion?
16.) I know what 'hi', 'medium', and 'low' mean on the oven knobs...where do I turn the knob when the recipe sais 'simmer'?
17.) Favorite Museum? Why?
18.) What is the dumbest, and yet most awesome thing you have EVER seen (mine was the Corn Palace in South Dakota)
19.) Of ALL the animals on the planet...which one would you most like to pet?
20.) Have you ever worn a hooded sweatshirt and thought someone was RIGHT behind you?
21.) If you owned a hotel...what band would you NOT rent a room to?
22.) How much meth chloride do you need to yield 1 pound of meth?
23.) What is the LAST book you read?
24.) Tell me the punch line to ANY joke.
25.) Mad Lib time, finish this sentence: As soon as he rode up on his ______, I knew I had to have his ______ in my ________.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I don't have a bulging neck boil. People often say to me "so, I notice you don't have a hidious bulging neck boyle?" and I reply "why thank you for noticing that about me." and then we quietly smile to ourselves and go our seperate ways.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
My favorite book genre is history and religious history. Yes, I'm an athiest, but that's only because I've read SO much about religion. I just finished reading "All the President's Men" and then watched the movie with Redford and Hoffman. I wasn't so crazy about the book, but I have to say that the movie was a million times better after having read it, and that's saying a lot because the movie was fucking awesome BEFORE I read the book. I'm having the same reaction to "Game of Thrones", great TV show made way better by reading the book. I finished 300 pages of the first book while sitting in room 209 at the Bridgeview courthouse waiting to be called up for jury duty.

As for film, I'm a total movie snob. I hate Jerry Bruckheimer and I'm convinced that he is responsible for the stupidity in this world. My blu ray collection consists of anything from Clint Eastwood, Akira Kurosawa, and Kubrick; Plus Snatch, Highlander (the FIRST one only...ok, it was a 2 disc set with Highlander 2 (hangs head in shame)), all of the Star Trek movies (yeah, I said it...ALL of them, but in my defence; Kahn in bluray? Nothing more satisfying than seeing Shatners glistening white pearlies in 1080p as he sais "FIRE!"), American Psycho, The Big Lebowski, and BOTH X-Files moves (because there is NOTHING better on bluray than snow...and I'm not gay, but I would totally bang David Duchovney.

TV? My friends call me the Television Whisperer because I can tell you EXACTLY how long a show will last. I watch ANYTHING from HBO (except Sex and the City...that was JUST for you), AMC; I LOVE me some Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead is ok, and as much as I love it, I'm boycotting Mad Men for making us wait over a year for the new season. My 4 favorite TV shows of all time (in no particular order): Deadwood (I actually WENT to the town of Deadwood for spring break while they were filming season 3), Lost (yeah...I cried like a little girl with a skinned knee when Charlie died in season 3. Don't you judge me.), Californication (this is the show that inspired me to be a writer), and finally Arrested Development.

Also, I have a tatoo of Tishiro Mifune on my right forearm, should you know who that is.
Six things I could never do without
my dog
air conditioning
gas stove
removable shower head
My Paul Prudholmme cookbook
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Writing...because I write.
On a typical Friday night I am
Stalking your profile
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Although my penis may not be huge, it is VERY pretty. I have spent YEARS putting different lotions on it, smoothing it with a fine wood cloth, and draining it of unnecessary fluids. I recently had one of my testicles restored by an expert, and wealthy people come from around the country to marvel at the glamour of my junk. My pennis was recently featured in an art gallery, and one critic, had this to say of it: 'Although it's stature reminds one of great works from the minimalistic period, it's depth and rare perception bring a deep appreciation and longing gratitude towards it's unfailing and unfathomable beauty.' Another critic who happened to glance down at my dingus while I was taking a particularly satisfying leak in the art gallery restroom said: "Tight dick dog" (although he may have been a janitor)
You should message me if
You've made it this far into my profile and you're laughing your ass off and not making a puckered face like an asshole that's just had a halved lemon shoved up it (I mean, if it's not halved; how could the aforementioned asshole get lemon juice on it with which to cause puckering? See? I'm always thinking man, always thinking.)
The two of us