There's Always a CATch

So I met an amazing guy. He was funny, charming and had that Seinfeld-esque humor that I so adore. And he was tall. Granted, he wasn't the typical gorgeous man I go for, but his personality completely made up for it.

We chatted and bonded like two peas in a pod. Then I found out he had the same name as First Love...just spelled differently as he was quick to point out. *sigh* It's all fine and good to spell it differently, but in the throes of passion, what am I gonna say? "Oh, First-Love-Spelled-With-A-C?!"

But I didn't let it stop me. He was nice and funny, and I felt totally comfortable with him. So comfortable, in fact, that I had no qualms telling him about my distaste for cats. I believe the actual quote I used was, "Men with cats are creepy." He emailed me the next day to say he had - yup, you guessed it - a mutha-effin CAT. And to make matters worse, he launched into a story about how he rescued the cat and "raised him like a dog." Yeah, I needed to hear "cute" stories about the cat like I need a hole in my head.

So my friend and I looked up his profile on one of these social sites...he's a light smoker. I think someone's playing a cruel joke on me. I'm convinced of it.

Same name as First Love, cat owner and smoker...so of course I agreed to go out on a date with him. LOL.

The date was really nice; he paid for everything and we had a lot to talk about. His "light smoking" turned out to be "down to three a day". *sigh* And he doesn't like Do The Right Thing *gasp*. I could have dealt with the cat; I could have dealt with the smoking and the fact that I'm not physically attracted to him. But him not liking - actually hating Do The Right Thing??? It would never work. He'd look at me like I'm crazy every time I said, "M-m-m-my n-name is S-s-smiley..."

But he's interesting, and it takes all types to make the world go round. I'd definitely hang out with him again...but there's another CATch:

He wants to date me seriously, and I'm not really interested in a romantic connection...