Wednesday, 26 September 2007

Ryan hates cats...

Or so he told me the very first time we spoke. I remember thinking to myself that this guy was probably not gonna be my type. He was talking about running and how he "hated cats" and he sounded like a health nut (I am sooo a steak nut, a reading a book nut, all kinds of nuts...except a health nut). He did have some other interesting aspects, though, so I thought I'd give him a chance.

We went out to dinner a couple of nights later and hit it off. Six hours, a bottle of wine, a couple cups of coffee, and a swarm of Jehovah's Witnesses later he kissed me...and then asked if he could. That's not even the best part. Wait for it...The next day when a friend at work was asking about my date, I realized that we'd hit it off so well that I had no idea what his last name was!

Obviously, I figured it out (an interesting story for another time perhaps).

Anyways, being owned by three cats, I was concerned about his "hating cats." All guys say they hate cats. This one is lying...



If your audio isn't all that great, he is in fact saying "flying kitty coming in for a landing." I missed the airplane noises on the way through the living room. He's also been quoted as saying that, "Gracie is the greatest pilot of our time."

I'm glad he hates cats.

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