You: I heard he doesn’t like animals.

Me: I heard dogs make him nervous.

You: He told me his favorite animals are the ones in picture books.

Me: He told me zoos are his favorite because the animals are behind glass.

You: One time, he came over to my apartment for the weekend—Friday, Saturday, and Sunday till the late afternoon. Not once did he acknowledge my dog, Grover. Grover tried to get his attention. Grover wagged his tail and gave him kisses, pleaded with him to play fetch. He never responded. You should’ve seen Grover’s face. By Sunday brunch, Grover just stared at him in quiet disappointment.

Me: I really think there’s something wrong with that guy. Who in their right mind doesn’t like dogs?