My weight is what my sister called a “limiting factor” when it comes to dating. But, as she pointed out, it’s not my only one. According to experts, though, it’s the only that matters.
The Chick With the Kitty Shoes
AKA Inside Cat's Head
My name is Cat (or Catherine or Cathy, depending on how you know me).
I am many things. A Web producer. A veteran of the 3-Day (both as walker and crew). A cat mom. A shoe aficionado. A nail polish collector (borderline hoarder). And a fabulously flawed human being. This is where I will share the many facets of me.
Buckle up!
See that picture above? That’s not me. That is my dating goal. Or one of them. Too lofty? Am I being unrealistic? Maybe. But I’m a cynical hopeless romantic. How that’s even possible, I have no idea. I don’t necessarily need happily ever after. Happily right now and for the foreseeable future would be great! Alas, dating is hard. (Understatement of understatements right there.) Knowing…
Welcome to 2018, where the phrase “hook up” has evolved into something far less innocent than it used to mean — way more than a mere meeting.
The third date is the time to broach a very important and deeply personal topic. So, I did. Yes, I initiated The Discussion, asking one of the most important questions one persona can another.
There were tears during date number two with Match1.
Yes, I made him cry. I don’t even remember what I said, but it must have been brutal.
#sorrynotsorry
So, if you know me at all or follow me on Facebook, you I am dipping my toe into the dating pool. I’d like to say I’m diving in, but I’m pretty sure my definition of “diving in” is more like wading in the shallow end. That in mind, I’ll just say I’m giving it a try and making an honest effort. Here’s a bit…