Love

There’s some­thing I have to tell you. It’s not a very pop­u­lar view­point, and I hope you won’t think less of me after I say it. They’re weird, and some­times dif­fi­cult to decode. This might sound weird, but… I like cats.

Wait–I mean, I like girls!

It’s so easy to get them con­fused sometimes.

You see, grow­ing up, my mom and I were always a cat fam­ily. Cats, of course, are well known for their abil­ity to turn nor­mally sen­si­ble and intel­li­gent peo­ple into what are essen­tially two-year-olds with a bet­ter vocab­u­lary. I myself have been known to tell my feline friends, “you’re so adorable,” or indeed to have dis­cus­sions (mostly one-sided) about the finer points of how they like to have their ears scratched… Except for the occa­sional paw-swat.

With some prac­tice, I now con­sider myself to be pretty darn good at under­stand­ing our fuzzy friends. Given the aver­age kitty and per­haps an hour of time, we will become fast friends–that is,until she is dis­tracted, spooked, or food becomes part of the equa­tion. As cool as I am, I could never com­pete with cat food.

It’s pretty much the same with women. I still can’t com­pete with food, but with some study and a lot of prac­tice, I now con­sider myself decently pro­fi­cient with peo­ple in gen­eral, includ­ing women. It wasn’t always easy, though… I have often found myself very con­fused by a girl’s actions. I don’t mind this anymore–in fact I think It’s part of what makes girls so mag­i­cal (we never quite under­stand them!)

For instance, a girl­friend of mine used to remark, “Don’t be jeal­ous of my (thing)!“
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