The Woman I’m Dating Is Into Cat Whiskers (Like Me)

Familiar with kismet?  For all you knuckle-draggers, it’s fate or destiny.

And while I don’t believe we can heal others with our positive thoughts, or in crystals or guardian angels, I do believe in meeting someone at the right time that can border on magic.

If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know that I  invited a reader to fly up and spend Thanksgiving with me and my family.

Then, over New Years, I visited her in Atlanta, and even had a small ThoughtsFromParis reader party!

Since then Jessica and I have made future plans to spend time in February in Chicago.  Then, in the spring we’re heading to a wedding out in San Francisco.  So, this is moving along nicely.  We speak every day, and we really focus on talking about honesty, insecurity, and needs.

And dating me is not a bed of roses.  I’m awesome at being self-absorbed, distant, critical, and non-compassionate.  I also seem to make women cry.  I’m in therapy though.  Working on it.

But despite whether I’m a dickhead in the relationship or not, she and I have to stay together.  Why?

We both have weird fixations on shed cat whiskers.

I wrote a tweet last July about how I ate a cat whisker.  I found it on the kitchen counter, and I had never seen one around before, so I thought it would be funny to eat it.  It was funny.  At least to me.

As I was telling Jessica this story recently, she went dead silent on the phone.  Here’s what happened next.

I, too, have a weird thing with cat whiskers.

Explain!

I used to collect them and put them in a bag.

(alarmed)  Uh, why?

I thought you were supposed to keep them.

(more alarmed)  For what?

I don’t know.  I never really thought about it.

What did you do with them?

I brought them into the vet during a regular checkup, and pulled out the bag.  The vet said, “Why did you bring those in here?”  I said, “I thought I was supposed to keep them.”  He looked at me funny and told me to throw them away.

You’re obviously making this up to goof on me for eating one.

I wish I was.

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How could we not end up together.  Kismet!