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But his admitted ADHD was the kiss of death: He talked NONSTOP.
I manage to squeeze in a few questions about cats after hearing all about his call center job and the tiny flying marsupials he kept in his hoodie pocket in high school. I met Dean IRL and had gone on a few dates with him during my experiment. So a few weeks later, I didn’t expect things to be any different. About the author: Holly is a freelance writer who loves cats, words, and glitter.
And his messages came through so fast, it’s not like he was studying my profile and then made this soul-searching decision.
It was an attempt to make me feel bad, which he was unsuccessful at.
I felt pretty sick and almost canceled on Henry, but I bucked up, smudged on a teal cat-eye, and head out to meet him.
He was 6’3″ and skinny with dark hair and glasses — so on the surface, my soulmate.
And now, there is a collection of similar spoof videos popping up — Debbie, Lib Dem lover, beer guy– we love them all so much we want to put them in a basket.
I can only hope that someday I see him in the wild, when he’s out with a bunch of friends.
I would love nothing more than to verify his first name, and then say, “Right!
Turns out Henry had several cats in his day, including a blue Russian that had been shot with a .22 (the vet pulled the bullet out of her). “I guess, if I have to drive her to the vet and I want to calm her down, you know? He was a professed cat fan and dog hater, so obviously I approved. Concerned about the strange noises coming from my bed? Dean came over and made me stir-fry, and we vegged out in front of some Netflix. She lives in Portland, Oregon, with her cat, Cleocatra, and writes at
He mentions a friend who’s a crazy cat lady and asks if I sing to my cat. ” “Well, Cassie will sing to her cat about everything, like, ‘Now I’m gonna feed you some FOOD,'” he crooned, “and she always wiggles her butt while she does it.” I’m not sure if he means the friend or the cat. “They just like to smell my shoes and roll around with their nose in ’em.” “Oh really? The first time he came over to my place, he stretched out his long, tan, bicyclist legs on my coffee table as we watched a movie, and Cleo curled right up on his calves. So I thought she approved — until the night things progressed into the bedroom, and she meowed loudly and insistently while we were getting it on. When we headed to the bedroom, I drowsily wondered if Cleo would sound her alarm again … Lying next to Dean later, he asked nervously, “So what do you think about trying the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing?