Ok, so three or four times a week I get up early and take the dog up to the park before the 8:30 am now-it’s-illegal time. Quite often Mr. G is there and over the past few months we have spoken about topics ranging from his sons’ swim meet to his childhood as the son of a political criminal in an Eastern European country.

Like most other people I had slotted him in the ‘talk while we walk our dogs’ category although once we did meet him just in front of our house and so had him in for a glass of wine. Over the past month, though, Mr. G has been inviting Bert and I up to his cabin. Now Mr. G is over 70 so I’m not really sure what we’d have in common. He also thinks that Bert is a bank teller called Steve (despite having met Bert on two ocassions). He is also under the impression that I was born in South Africa.

So far I haven’t felt the need to embarass and correct him but he found out that my Mom is coming out so has invited us all up to the cabin. I can’t turn him down much longer without hurting his feelings but I’m really not sure about taking that step over the line from dog-walking buddies to guest at his cabin.

What should I do?