I live in a small town, and when I have to go to the post office I go to the branch nearest my house. It's a local business that contracts with the USPS to be an agent. So when I want to send a package, I walk past an assortment of hot tubs, grills, and gas fireplaces. There is a hand-painted sign with an arrow indicating where I should stand in line.
And that is the place, where every time, I lose my heart. It's the golden retriever there who recognizes me: he gets up from his nap next to a favorite toy (awwww), ignores everybody else in line (omg, he loves me, only me), and he comes straight to me (my boy, mine).
Dudes. If you ever. Ever. Want to attract a woman-worth-having. Get one of these dogs. Seriously.
And girls, you should always, always carry a few milk bones in your pocket. Just like me.