It wasn’t cheap, but I figured it was a worthy investment.
Otherwise, let’s not waste time.’ The one who got away Surprisingly, a guy who responded really stood out.
We chatted for six months before meeting up in San Francisco for a meal when I was en route to Mexico for a holiday. Although we lived miles apart, it wasn’t an issue because I was cool with the idea of relocation if it came to that.
But midway, he told me rather bluntly that he preferred slimmer girls. Subsequently, I met other men who were very specific about appearance – and their criteria tended to be ‘tall, slim and with long hair’.
I pumped my Match profile fields full of cat references like it was a feline version of Lance Armstrong’s biceps. I got to my favorite bar and realized he wasn’t as cute as I’d expected, so I immediately felt the Hot Person Advantage.
Some guys were intrigued, others never responded to my enthusiastic questions about their own cat-ified profiles. For my first date with Sam, an English professor currently working on his dissertation, I did some cat-eye makeup, put on my cat cameo necklace, and smacked on some flamingo-pink lip stain (hey, they don’t make cat-colored lipstick … Sam seemed friendly and charming until he insisted I wasn’t enough of a crazy cat lady. I pointed out cat-eye makeup and necklace and protested that my clothes were covered in a thin film of cat hair, but he wasn’t buying it.