With the SF Giants in the playoffs, and me living in L.A. (where they hate the Giants), I’d be watching all the games at home, alone. No one could drag me away.
I’m pretty selfish, maybe even narcisistic… I like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, on a whim, and without having to run it by anyone. I really enjoy being in a relationship, but sometimes it gets to be a drag trying to map out a day and get schedules coordinated. I have a level of spontaneity that few men that are age-appropriate for me can match.
My fondness of cats. I don’t have to own one all the time–but if I mention I like them or I happen to befriend the one looking out the window (it happens), I don’t want to hear a lecture on the evils/hatred of cats. (Allergies, I understand.)
Guess I’m your odd woman out. I don’t mind most cats much, but I can’t touch them or I’ll break out in (small, non-life-threatening, but ANNOYING) hives and have to wash my hands and anything else that touched the cat immediately or my eyes will nearly swell shut. They seem like sweet enough creatures most of the time, but I just can’t be around them for my own health. Most of the time, when presented with someone’s cat, I feel bad that I’m ignoring it when it’s pleading for attention, but I know the consequences of touching it well. So, yeah, I could never date a cat person. FWIW, I’m also allergic to most dogs (though I do have a low-allergy dog that I’m able to live with comfortably), so it’s not *just* a cat thing (also would include almost anything else with hair, including horses, ferrets, guinea pigs, rats, etc.).
Yup, schnauzer mix for me…he only irritates me when he needs a bath, and despite being all-black doesn’t leave hair all over my light-colored furniture and textiles. He also “protects” me from random lights and any bug that gets in my house. 🙂
I’m with you on the good food, Wendy! I won’t give up food shopping at fun places like farmers markets or traveling 90 minutes to a farm to buy some farmstead cheese. Reading cookbooks and cooking magazines. Cooking when (and what)I want. Or traipsing through Crate and Barrel and the like, looking for the perfect display bowl.
My friends. They’ve been with me through everything. They are my substitute family. My partner doesn’t have to be as social as I am, but he has to accept that my friends will have some of my attention, and they have to be welcome in our life together.
I won’t give up taking time out by myself, for myself. Even if it’s just an hour walk; when I need it some solitary time, I must have it.
Agreed!
Sports. I’ve lessened time spent on several of them but Sundays in the fall are for football! Oh, and First Person Singular!
With the SF Giants in the playoffs, and me living in L.A. (where they hate the Giants), I’d be watching all the games at home, alone. No one could drag me away.
I’m pretty selfish, maybe even narcisistic… I like being able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, on a whim, and without having to run it by anyone. I really enjoy being in a relationship, but sometimes it gets to be a drag trying to map out a day and get schedules coordinated. I have a level of spontaneity that few men that are age-appropriate for me can match.
Yeah, I know what you mean. I’ve never enjoyed coordinating people’s schedules whether for work or for play.
My fondness of cats. I don’t have to own one all the time–but if I mention I like them or I happen to befriend the one looking out the window (it happens), I don’t want to hear a lecture on the evils/hatred of cats. (Allergies, I understand.)
I had a romance with a man who was allergic to cats, and it was very challenging.
I’m sure! But also surprised. Most people I meet who are allergic to cats tend to have a ton of animosity towards them.
Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if they really have allergies, or just don’t want to be around cats.
Guess I’m your odd woman out. I don’t mind most cats much, but I can’t touch them or I’ll break out in (small, non-life-threatening, but ANNOYING) hives and have to wash my hands and anything else that touched the cat immediately or my eyes will nearly swell shut. They seem like sweet enough creatures most of the time, but I just can’t be around them for my own health. Most of the time, when presented with someone’s cat, I feel bad that I’m ignoring it when it’s pleading for attention, but I know the consequences of touching it well. So, yeah, I could never date a cat person. FWIW, I’m also allergic to most dogs (though I do have a low-allergy dog that I’m able to live with comfortably), so it’s not *just* a cat thing (also would include almost anything else with hair, including horses, ferrets, guinea pigs, rats, etc.).
My dog is hypoallergenic. No shedding. She’s a dream.
Yup, schnauzer mix for me…he only irritates me when he needs a bath, and despite being all-black doesn’t leave hair all over my light-colored furniture and textiles. He also “protects” me from random lights and any bug that gets in my house. 🙂
Best sleeping mate, ever.
Have to agree…I know people worry I am becoming the crazy cat lady, but I love cats.
Once you really know a cat, it’s impossible not to love them.
I’m with you on the good food, Wendy! I won’t give up food shopping at fun places like farmers markets or traveling 90 minutes to a farm to buy some farmstead cheese. Reading cookbooks and cooking magazines. Cooking when (and what)I want. Or traipsing through Crate and Barrel and the like, looking for the perfect display bowl.
Love all those activities, Petra.
Ditto!!!
My friends. They’ve been with me through everything. They are my substitute family. My partner doesn’t have to be as social as I am, but he has to accept that my friends will have some of my attention, and they have to be welcome in our life together.
So true, Tatyanna. My friends are my family.