No Kidding!

Belaboring the obvious.

Two thoughts occur to me. Yeah, so? Turn the question around, how many guys with cats would be interested in dating a woman?

Where to start? Matching outfits, fondue, bear skin rug in front of fire, mirror poses and a glass of wine. A woman doesn’t have a chance.
Maybe it’s his sister.
‘Nough said
I guess he could be a stevedore.
At least he doesn’t have a banana.
The banana says it all.

I have a cat. My friends will point out that I haven’t had a date recently. One has nothing to do with the other. I have standards. It’s bad enough putting forth all the effort of dating with the prospect of so little in return. Quid Pro Quo is a two way street, I want the horizontal bop first.