I am insufferably pleased with myself. I was asked out on a date. Yay!
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By a man. Boo!
(That I met in line at the pharmacy while picking up more Preciouses. Which just goes to show, you never know.)
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Who then immediately proceeded to remind me why I’m on not so big on the mens, by, despite the fact that I declined the invitation, pawing at me every way possible within the bounds of human decency: Touch the shoulder, touch the arm, take the hand, pat, pat, caress, stare longingly into the eyes, scootch in as close as possible, grab, grab, grab. Blech.
And then gave me his phone number and said if I did call not to worry if a woman answered the phone because it would be his ex-wife who was living with him because she had no home and no money and had nowhere else to go. The whole thing was a tad Jerry Springer-ish.
To his credit, though, he was clever enough to start the pick-up process by asking me about my knitting, and saying he bet I was really good at it (suck up, suck up, suck up), and I could probably knit just about anything (including socks—ten points to him for even knowing that. More suck up, suck up, suck up.), and how much he loved those “little blankets you could keep on the back of your chair and pull over yourself when you got cold.” Note to the men out there: Take a cue from this guy. This move works very well. I probably talked to him a lot more than I woulda if he hadn’t zeroed in on the whole sticks and string thing. It didn’t hurt that he was quite easy on the eyes, but there was still that whole Y-chromosome thing. Sorry, dude.
Cat update: Elaine and Leslie have a wonderful multi-story (by cat standards), carpeted, Jungle-Jim thingy for their two cats that Pyewacket loves to dangle dare-devilishly from with one claw, and I started thinking Benny and Joon needed one so they could live in a tree-barren yet still three-dimensional world. Then they discovered the spiral staircase. Problem solved. Commence the thunder of not-so-velvet paws, up, down, up down, up, down, up, down, peek coyly at Mommy through stairs, up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down, peek coyly at Mommy through the stairs, try to rake her skull with pointy claws when she comes over to see what you're doing, up, down, up down, up, down, up, down, take a nap on the upstairs bed, up, down, up down, up, down, up, down, demand dinner.
The double-decker cat-loves continues. Last night, Joon climbed on my lap, fell asleep, and ended up lying on her back, head dangling, all four paws stretched out. Which is when Benny climbed on her stomach, lay down, and fell asleep, all four paws stretched out. Kitty sandwich!!
Yeah, well, getting hit on is still getting hit on, right?
Posted by: Carrie on July 11, 2008 10:53 AMI had to laugh at the "don't worry if a woman answers the phone" that's one of the things Rachel told me when we first started dating!!! Except she said if I see her out with a woman it's "just a friend from out of town". Turns out it was her girlfriend, but I didn't find that out until after I dumped her...
But it's still an ego boost to be asked out, right? ;)
Posted by: Carry on July 11, 2008 10:59 AMYay for getting asked out!
Ick for it being a dude with a baggage.
Would Benny and Joon like some knitted cat nip mice?
Posted by: Cookie on July 11, 2008 11:19 AMYour industrious kitties just saved you 200 bucks! Maybe you should call him and check out his ex wife?
Posted by: Elaine on July 11, 2008 11:26 AMKnitted catnip mice! There must be a charity that needs knitted catnip mice!
Posted by: Wren on July 11, 2008 11:56 AMSome cats (ok our cat) are strange about things being brought into the house. Our cat used to sleep in the window sill all the time (and fell out of it more than once...a night. Not a smart cat). Then I bought a special kitty shelf and installed it where he liked to sleep, he used it for a few days. Now, for the most part, it is ignored.
Posted by: PICAdrienne on July 11, 2008 12:14 PMYay! At least you're not invisible:)
Posted by: Barb on July 11, 2008 12:31 PMThe up. down, up, down, repeat ad infinity is called playing Thundering Herd of Elephants or THOE, according to several cat blogs that I love reading. Though to hear them describe YHOE, it's best played at about 3 am.
Bleck on the pawing, not getting the hint moron.
:)
What Carrie said - it just proves you still got it ;)
Posted by: rho1640 on July 11, 2008 04:45 PMSNORT!!!!!!!! (Gosh, that Sobe up my nose feels so good...) Oh well, it's a happy snort.
Posted by: Gail "hey-would-you-shake-up-this-bottle-of-juice-for-me" on July 11, 2008 06:18 PMYou know, it's good to hear you laugh.
Posted by: Lynn on July 11, 2008 06:25 PMOh the Thundering Herds! I don't get it so much with Priscilla and Sophie, but Carlie and Sophie used to pound up and down the stairs with wild abandon. It's amazing how much noise two 12-lb animals can make!
Sorry about the dork hitting on you at the pharmacy. Though aimless flirting can often be pleasurable...
Posted by: Kristen on July 11, 2008 09:52 PMOh yeah :) Years ago, when I moved into a house that had *two* floors with cats who had only ever lived in a single level apartment, well... The cats thought that stairway was the best toy since the plastic ring from the milk bottle. I hadn't heard THOE before - though it is certainly an appropriate description. I used to think of it as two bags of bones rolling down the stairs. Ahhh...
You can get a small tower kind of thing for quite a bit less that the imitation, carpet-covered tree :) We have a couple of those and the vats do seem to enjoy them.
Posted by: Robbyn on July 12, 2008 06:04 AMOh, we call that the herd of Tiny Buffalo! Once the herd was belled, they became Santa's Crazy, Furry Reindeer.
Posted by: Leslie on July 13, 2008 09:46 AMOH how I wish I could get a kitty sammich, on my lap or anywhere else! Our kitties don't have any stairs so they do the Chaos Gallop through the house. And they do have one of those cat tree things, and I have to say they've worked it out, with Evvie on the top shelf and Lillie in the middle thing. AS for gettin' hit on - ROFL!! OF COURSE you've got it, girlie, and all things come to those who wait (plus a dozen other homilies, all for the price of one).
Posted by: dale-harriet in WI on July 14, 2008 12:06 AMSounds like the cats are just the right thing for you to have right now. When all else fails, hug a warm kitty.
Posted by: CarolineF on July 15, 2008 05:21 AM