Could there be love after cats?

I know I have been on a MAJOR hiatus with this blog but, I didn't want to bore you with anymore cat stories so let me update you quickly. The cat date was interesting ... "smoking hot guy" fell in love with my cat. It's almost as if I didn't exist. Nothing really major happened that night. We did bond over some personal things he shared with me and he opened up in a way he never had before. A couple of weeks later he went away on vacation and asked me to care for his cat while he was gone.

I have never spoken to him so many times on the phone in the 9 months that I have known him until the week and a half that he was on vacation. There was one call on a Saturday night at 1am local time. The reason? To check on his cat. Seriously? You call me from Hawaii on a Saturday night to check on your cat? Who does that? And a final call on a Tuesday from New York to tell me he was going to call on Sunday when he got back so we could see each other. I think I got asked out on a date that time. I wasn't sure because it went something like this.... ME: "So how is NY?" SMOKING HOT GUY: "Great, I'm having a wonderful time" Blah, blah, blah, ME: "I hope you are going out on the town to have some fun" SMOKING HOT GUY: "I'm on the train on my way to meet my friend" Blah, blah, blah....."So what are you doing on Sunday?" "Do you want to see me?"
ME: "Yeah sure"

The anticipation builds all week, I cannot wait until Sunday. I get a text from him saying he missed his morning flight and is trying to get on the next one. I let him know that if it's too late we can hangout some other time. He insists on seeing me. I'm very impressed at this point because I have NEVER seen him respond to me in this way. He arrives, picks up his car and heads straight over to my place. As soon as I open the door, there he is smoking a cigarette with a huge smile on his face. I give him the biggest hug ever and he compliments me on my t-shirt. He starts telling me a story about this gay flight attendant that was hitting on him during the flight. I can't stop laughing and he casually throws in " You should move to New York". I go with the flow and express how much I like New York and that I have many friends over there. So we go inside and he tells me that there is a possible job opportunity out there for him and he might be moving. My heart is totally crushed at this point, I'm not the kind of girl that would beg a guy to stay with her. I want him to be happy but, I don't want to stand in the way of his happiness. I'm trying to be as supportive as humanly possible when he tells me how much he liked New York and he can't wait to go back. So I try to lighten the mood by suggesting we play cards and drink. He agrees and tries to get me drunk. We start playing all kinds of games until we run out of ideas. And then he suggests "Strip Blackjack" I said what the hell, this should be interesting. He loses, clothes come off. I loose and even more clothes come off. So I'm sitting at the table in my bra and panties, he is sitting at the table in his pants and I LOSE!!!!

There is no way I am taking off any more of my clothes, he tries to persuade me and I say no. So he calls a truce and when he puts his hand out to shake my hand he gets up, so I get up. We shake hands, then he pulls me in for a hug and then....

A KISS!!!! Finally!!! Thank you Jesus!!! Someone up there is listening!!!!

Things start to get hot and heavy....I immediately kill the mood and start asking questions. Because the cards are out on the table literally and I'm not stepping another inch forward until I know exactly what's going on. So I ask him what are we doing? He answers me, "This can be whatever you want it to be." Never the kind of thing a girl wants to hear when she's in her underwear making out with a "smoking hot guy". After a long drawn out conversation we both admit that we like each other and he tells me, he doesn't think he would be a good boyfriend to me right now because his whole life is up in the air and that he doesn't want to hurt me. This makes total logical sense and is a completely valid reason. If you are a man but, I am not a man I am a woman. I understand where he is coming from but at the same time I can't even be mad at him because he's being completely truthful! What do I do? And this is the question that I have been asking myself all month. I still have no answer. So I ask you, my bloggers out there in blog land. What would you do? If you met someone that has almost every quality you have been searching for and it feels so right when you are together. I'm old enough to know not to throw a good fish like this back in the sea but I've had too many bad dating experiences to make a stupid decision at this point. Please post comments!

Goldie's Date

I am back from the wilderness otherwise known as "camping" to some people. It was definitely an experience, the relaxation and company was nice to have for an entire 4 days. Unfortunately you can take the girl out of the city, but not the city out of the girl. The battery on my phone kept dying, I hardly had a signal and I spent nights on the camp grounds texting "smoking hot guy" for updates on my cats. Luckily, he was taking good care of them and I felt at ease. Monday morning rolls around, we leave the campsite and the first purchase of the morning is Starbucks coffee. I needed caffeine for the long drive home.

As I'm racing down all the freeways, making my way to the west side. I can hardly contain myself as I dial "smoking hot guy's" phone number to let him know I'm on my way. I arrive to my destination, freshly showered and perfumed ready to meet him at the door. Of course he answers the door in a scruffy beard, wearing cargo pants and a collared shirt looking hot as ever! I'm trying not to jump out of my skin as he compliments me on my outfit. I'm expecting him to just hand me my keys and parking pass so I can be on my merry way. Hold on for this one people.....he invites me in to meet his cat and introduces me to his MOM!!!

I totally wasn't expecting that one at all! So I listen carefully to how he introduces me to his Mom to see if it is a big deal to him. I was thinking okay we are just friends, his mom is over vacuuming his apartment (which is kinda weird) she didn't really look up too long from what she was cleaning to say hello. No biggie right? Well, he didn't say "Mom this is my friend" He said "Mom this is...." and then my name. I didn't think anything of it because I won't allow myself to make conclusions. "Smoking hot guy" and I moved our conversation to the kitchen, I continued to cuddle his cat as he elaborated on how much he likes my female cat. He says she is welcome over at his place for a play date anytime. So I throw the ball right back at him and say..."sure let me know when". Was this his move? I thought to myself....apparently it was.

A couple days later we run into each other and start talking about what's new. He complimented me on my glass ring, I told him I like glass jewelry and he says to me "then you must like topaz right"? Is he seriously shopping for me in his head already? That's a little to premature to assume right? Anything is possible at this point. So I mentioned I started playing soccer on an all girls team. He says to me "be careful it's a rough sport, don't you have to use your chest a lot"? "Be careful with your chest!" All this time I thought he was a hip or butt guy, turns out he's a boob guy! I had it wrong all along! Don't worry "smoking hot guy" the girls are locked and loaded while I'm playing soccer. Nothing to worry about.

All of a sudden we get on the subject of my cats again, he mentions how he wants to adopt Goldie (my female cat). And FINALLY he makes the date! Sunday 9pm I have a play date with his cat. I cannot wait! I hope something blog worthy happens. And it was all because of a cat, I can tell he is feeling braver, maybe next time there will be a real date?