Finding the butt.

A few weeks ago my friend Allison forced me to go to an Aggie happy hour with her.  I really didn't want to go, but I threw on jeans and a tshirt and showed up.  It was almost instantaneous, that a young eligible gentleman approached me, bought me a drink, and chatted with me until after 10pm.  I even forgot to eat, and that never happens.  When I told him I was leaving he asked if he could get my number and take me out sometime, I obliged this very handsome tax attorney.  
He waited the appropriate two days to call, and call he did (i.e. not text), to ask me out for the following Wednesday, one week after our meeting.  We called me the day before to tell me where we were going and asked if he could pick me up.  We dined at a beautiful Italian wine bar with the largest meat and cheese plate I have ever partaken in.  He made his move towards the end of the meal, I must boast on his kissing skills here.  I kept wondering, what was wrong with this guy, where was the 'but'?  
On date two I figured it out when he told me about his dog, Otis, a poodle mix, I instantly think there's a story.  I am actually very proud of my line of questioning here as I did my best to channel my friend Katie Kervin err I mean Couric.  I asked him how long he had Otis (7 years), I said "Well that would be difficult starting out as a new associate training a dog like that all on your own..."  He says "Well I got him with my ex."  Bingo!  I then proceeded to ask how long they were together (9 years), and how long they had been apart...4 weeks.  Let's keep in mind that I have already known this eligible man for one week.  Yikes!  I changed my line of questioning when he began to explain himself because at that point I didn't want to know any more about it.  I guess I found the 'but.'
On our third date I learned that they had not worked out an arrangement for Otis and were still doing some sort of shared custody thing that I didn't like the idea of.  But at this point it is none of my business.
On our fourth date we went to Dolce Vita for pizza, we were sitting upstairs and split a bottle of wine, it was a lovely evening.  As we were leaving my wooden shoe slipped on the wooden stairs, feet went straight out from under me, and I promptly landed on my butt, HARD.  One week later my butt still hurts, and it is possible that my tailbone might be broken.  I certainly found my butt.