I suppose the fact that I had an argument with my cat today, and judging by my later apologies to the cat LOST, means I'm already crazy cat guy.

That was Fractalicious.......(if fergie can be, Fractal definitely can too

I've spent the last year and a half beating myself up over why my last relationship (of 6 years) ended when, in reality, people just change. Our society is a hugely judgmental one, and at times I think it's hard not to be the target of our own judgement. In the past people just stuck together and were miserable or cheated, or both. I think our generation is just more realistic about what to expect from a relationship, however there's a lag time to getting the social conventions/mores to catch up, if that makes sense? Anyway, great article....

Crazy cat lady makes me think about when they finally explained the one on the Simpsons in the "Growing up Springfield" episode. That she was a successful doctor/lawyer (or something like that) and during one of the segments she's a bit burned out by her heavy workload and says she's thinking about getting a cat. Then it shows her yelling gibberish, throwing cats and her diplomas from Harvard or something like that at the camera.

Yeah, I know this wasn't a topic that was meant to make me laugh, but I wanted to thank you for reminding me of that episode.

Being single does suck sometimes, and I wish I could get a cat.

I've learned alot about being single these last few months. Course I had to detox from my prior relationship for a good year before I could really consider myself single, something along the lines of your "I'm still married to him" bit, but that's another tale for a more private post.

Really, the only thing I've learned is that we have to keep at that: learning. Who I am, who I like being around, what makes me squirm - both in pleasure and in repulsion.

Thanks for such honesty in your column, it certainly strikes a cord with me.

i sit here at 5:30 am EST, unable to sleep for the third night in a row due to the horrible insomnia that i suffer with. I was reading your story, got about half way through it when i got this tickle in my nose, it started to bother me so much i dug around a little bit. I plucked a nose hair out that was at least an inch long. I instantly contemplated "how the fuck does a nose hair get that long and i don't notice it?" I had never seen the nose hair when looking in the mirror, it wasn't hanging out, but it was a good inch long. The thought "God i wish i had someone to show this to" then popped into my head. I continued on with the story.

I then reached over to grab one of my ferrets, who for some random reason decided she didn't want picked up, reared back and hissed at me. Of course i hissed back, to hell if she's going to get away with trying to show dominance over me. I reached over picked the boy ferret up, he scratched and clawed his way away from me, and ran off to play with his favorite yarn ball, my third ferret is comfortably sleeping, and shedding on my pillow. I continued on with your story.

Something then dawned on me while reading. I have been single for so long, and so set in my ways, that a female would more or less just be disgusted with me if she saw how i actually lived. I am basically on a porn-site, digging in my nose, i may or may not have released some gaseous pressure, from one end or the other, or both while reading this story.

I am the absolute living proof of what women are disgusted by. The idea that my ferret even hissed at me brought this on. It was a female ferret. She didn't hiss at me to try to prove dominance, she hissed at me, because as a female, she's absolutely disgusted by me. The boy ferret scratched and clawed to get away from me, because he didn't want to get loser all over him. He couldn't see the "loser" he could smell it. It's like sharks to blood. Women and ferrets are disgusted and turned off by that loser smell.

I then realized how lucky you are Fractal, at least your cats like you, even the stray ones.

I am personally doomed to be alone forever.

I'm crazy cat man

Great article Fractal, this loser virgin's weekends have consisted of group pencil and paper D&D sessions -- it seemed a heck of a lot more fun than getting my heart clawed out by yet another rejection by random girl at bar, club, work, etc...or even worse get the number leave messages after a carefully timed delay and then never getting called back. In the game of love it always seems like my D20 rolls ones...

men are not from mars...women are not from venus...we are from earth... if you feel that one day the truth is gonna get out...and feel that when it does it ruins most everything,...i feel for you young lady...the truth should not be hidden from,..it is what will set you free..don't be ashamed of what you have done...that is no way to live your life...so what if you have been married?..it was beautiful at the time and it made you feel good, it didn't work in the end and you separated, better to regret the things you did and not the things you didn't...so what if you had some nude pics on the net?..it is not like your the only one..you have a beautiful body, it gave you an ego stroke to show it..it made you feel good..it introduced you to many ppl...it ended up giving you opportunities to write stunningly to multitudes people around the world... if anything all this says about you is that you have given a life, and you have lived it..along with picking up a penchant for cats.
So what if relationships don't come your way as quickly as what they did..this is true for all of us..we get older and we become more specific about what we want, we gotta look longer and harder to find it..or to be more precise..we gotta relax and try harder at not expecting it...sometimes love walks right up behind you and taps you on the shoulder and says "Outta the way...it is not your turn yet."..it is no big deal...When have not known exactly how you feel?, what you wanna do?, what your trully interested in? what adventure is?..when have you not been able to give yourself an orgasm that was at least equal to, if not better than one given to you by someone else?...i agree shared happiness is fantastic..but it is not the only happiness..you were born complete, there is nothing 'less than' in being single...at the end of the day,..Bonnie always finds her Clyde,..and Clyde had always been waiting for her.
Your history isn't tarnished,..it is simply a series of things that you have done...it tells the story of how you got here,..but is not necessarily representative of who you are today..what you wanna be..or the direction of where you wanna go from here....shit dude,..a gal gotta kiss a few toads before prince charming comes.

I have confidence that you'll find someone. Honestly, that goes for pretty much all of you. If you've dated, you must have *something* going for you.

I've gone over ten eligible years now with nary a nibble. I think I could handle being single a lot better if I'd at least experienced being a couple.

Did some douchebag actually leave you with the check?