All the single ladies (all the single ladies)
All the single ladies (all the single ladies)
All the single ladies (all the single ladies)
Go put your dogs up
I guess it’s a damned good thing that I’m married then. I have 9 cats, 7 horses, and two dogs. And a husband who loves me in part because of my love of animals.
If I were single and dating, attitude towards animals in the hose would be a prime filter point for me. You don’t like pets? That’s fine, glad to have met you, bye now, have a nice life.
This makes no sense at all - as you say, geckos are pets. Unless you also mean you don’t like your gecko.
Actually I understand you to mean you don’t care for mammalian pets ( because I remember from previous threads that you don’t ). But don’t demean your poor, sweet gecko so :).
At one point when I was a younger man, I had a multitude of pet snakes. Talk about a babe magnet :D! But like many onetime herp aficionados, I eventually gave up on the slitheriness and stuck with the considerably more demonstrative furballs.
I’ve had this stuck in my head all day since I saw this thread. 'Cept my last line goes “So put your cats down”
It’s been stuck in my head all day, too - so much that I’ve been singing it and annoying my kids! “Mom! Look at the ring finger of your left hand.” 
So, how long have you known my sister? Bat-poop, indeed.
Tamerlane, I’m one of those odd women who likes reptiles. I’d have probably thought your snakes were really cool.
I love animals. I can’t imagine being with somebody who doesn’t. It’s a dealbreaker for me; you have to at least like them. At least some of them.
I love 'em. Especially when they’re broiled.
What?
Also forgot to add: my username derives from my collecting salamanders when I was a boy. I used to create mossy environments in shoeboxes and keep my little orange pets in there, and have them run all over my arms (imagine how my mom loved watching that!) and I thought they were beautiful and cool.
That’s my idea of a good pet actually–quiet, easily maintained with minimum daily or hourly attention needed, no fecal duties, no smell at all, no shedding, attractive…
Likes animals does not equal crazy cat/dog lady. I have one cat. I’d like to have a second as company for her BUT I simply don’t have room, so she gets lots of attention from me when I’m home. I can’t imagine having more than two, ever.
Leopard geckos make fun little pets, and they’re even nice enough to use one specific corner of their enclosure as a litterbox, making cleaning up so easy. They’re also really pretty little guys. I’ve had a couple of them.
For fish, I’ve had several bettas. They are awesome little fish. Nothing like the inch-long fish threatening to kick your ass, even if all he actually does is nibble your finger!
Pseudotriton ruber ruber where is the line?
Most people would agree that the situation in your op is nuts and not very many pet owners are like that. Later in the thread it seems that you consider it ideal to keep a dog/cat outdoors primarily with access to the house limited to non-living areas (basement, mudroom, laundry room). Is there a middle ground you consider acceptable? Perhaps allowing the pet(s) in the main living area but not the bedroom and not on furniture?
I ask because your ideal is going to be rare for women with dogs living in a city. Between apartment and condo living without a yard to a home with a fenced yard but complaints from neighbors over dog barking.
All five of my critters (three cats, two dogs) were acquired while I was in a relationship–I threw the misbehaving human out and kept the animals. Best decision EVAR. I’m not at all enthusiastic about the idea of dating, but if I were non-acceptance of my family (which includes my animals, my kids, my grandkids and the various family dogs I often babysit) would be a complete dealbreaker. I already had one isolating asshole who acted like paying attention to anything but him and his imaginary greatness was some sort of betrayal, why in hell would I want to sign up for that special hell again?
Actually, I do sympathize. I feel the same way myself, somewhat.
single men: enough with the kids!
Last few men I’ve dated all have little boys, girls, teenagers, etc. and it’s gotten to me. I’ve gotten clawed while in bed with said man, i’ve stepped on various children, I’ve declined the chance to cook dinner at his place because of the omnipresent toys all over every surface of his kitchen, and I’ve gotten generally grossed out by kids at every turn. I’m not a kid person, and when I’ve been, I’ve found a way to limit the kids’ presence to a part of my house, or to the outdoors, or something of the sort.
I could make it a dealbreaker. “Hello.”
“Hi, Do you have any kids? Yes? Goodbye.”
And maybe I should. But I was hoping to get lucky.
The emotional dependence on children bugs me, too, or maybe even primarily. “I can’t get away for the weekend unless I find someone to take care of Tyler, and Taylor, and of course Skyler. Tyler has special needs, so it’s almost imposible to find a good caretaker for him, of course, and Taylor smells almost as bad as Skyler lately, so I understand why no one wants to take him in for even fifteen minutes, and Billy and Bobby are twins so how could I possibly split up that pair…” THEY’RE YOUR FUCKING KIDS, BOY, NOT YOUR ENTIRE BASIS FOR LIVING. I’ve had men tell me sad, sad tales about their problems finding any sort of gal to go out with, despite their obvious handsomeness and smarts and charm and wealth and sex appeal–meanwhile I’m going “Have you looked at the fucking nightmare kidzone you’re living in? Of course no one wants to get involved with the fucking daycare you’re running here. Are you totally delusional?” But instead of expressing that thought, I just nod my head and softly intone, “Yes, yes, it’s a puzzle, isn’t it?”
But here, in the safety of the SD, I will offer this advice, gratis: If you’re a lonely single man who can’t figure out why women tend to shy away from you despite your abundant attractive qualities, and you have kids, think about it.
That’s a horrible, horrible analogy, and your point is being crushed under the weight of all that false logic.
I may not feel quite as strongly as the OP about it, but I have to confess when I go to a girl’s house for the first time and she falls to the floor to nuzzle with her cat, it is a bit of a turn-off, to say the least. Maybe it’s because guys want to know they’re dating someone who doesn’t need the affection of a pet to survive, I don’t know. But having pets is fine; it’s when it gets obsessive that it gets scary for us.
I’m afraid you may have misplaced your sense of humor. Please let me know if you find it, so I can stop looking.
Y’know what I like best about animals? They don’t criticize, they accept you as you are.
I never yet heard a cat say "when I’m at a girl’s house and she falls to the floor to nuzzle with her boyfriend, it is a bit of a turn-off, to say the least. Maybe it’s because cats want to know they’re with someone who doesn’t need the affection of a man to survive, I don’t know. But having men is fine; it’s when it gets obsessive that it gets scary for us. "
I’m, um, just going to go over here and join a conversation where people actually have something to say, rather than just copying posts and randomly exchanging one word for another thinking they’re making a point…
You should tell them why then. It might help them in the future.
Does anyone have the opposite problem? I am female and my boyfriend has two cats. He was kind of forced to take them in by his obsessed animal-loving PETA freak future sister-in-law, but he grew to love them and now they’re like his kids. I’m not actively trying to get rid of the cats, but if, say, they die prematurely or something, I’m not voting to replace them. I understand the OP completely. I don’t hate animals, but things are WAY more sanitary without them, plus these cats meow & whine all damn night when we’re trying to sleep… I believe we’ve had a tiny, tiny, TINY taste of what it might be like to have a kid and that’s enough to put me off kids for a lonnnnnnnnnng time (like a few decades). The aforementioned future sister-in-law has canceled plans (even a weekend vacation) because her dogs/cats were sick or she couldn’t find a pet sitter or something… I believe that’s the point where the animals are running your life, and that’s not okay with me, either.
It’s interesting. I do have cats though I’m going to be down to only one in the near future and I won’t be looking to get more cats after my one old guy dies.
But I wouldn’t get seriously involved with someone who didn’t like pets simply because I’d like to have the option.