My dating disaster

I saw this link-up announcement last week, coincidentally right after I'd shared a dating story with my co-workers that horrified them.  So, I'll share it again here.

It's probably discouraged, but I'm always upfront on my dating profiles about my furkids.  I don't refer to them as that (right away), but I make it clear I have cats and that they're important to me.  I would rather not get attached to someone for whom this would be an issue.

Last fall, I went on a few dates with this guy.  On the second date, we talked about pets. I asked if he'd had any pets as a kid.  He said his family had outside cats (farm kid) and a few dogs, but no pets that were allowed inside.  I asked him how he felt about indoor pets.  He said he wasn't sure since he'd never experienced it.  I clearly stated that my cats were and would always be indoor cats.

This is where the conversation turned.

Him:  So how old are your cats?
Me:  Cleo is ten and Casey is nine.
Him:  How long do cats usually live?
Me:  I've heard of cats living up to twenty years.
Him: Oh. So how long do you think yours will live?

Um.

So I'm pretty sure he was silently hoping my cats would die soon. 

I realize this is mild compared to other people's dating disasters, but I'm still shaking my head about it.  Especially since I went out on another date with him after that.

What was I thinking?

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