When I was going through my divorce, I met Cat Ladyman on one of those online dating sites — Plenty of Flakes or OKStupid.

I was taking my three-year-old daughter to the Huckleberry Festival, and he met me there. He had a son the same age, so why not make things extra complicated?

After a few hours of melting in the sweltering heat, he invited me to his house. He was super cute and had an aboveground pool. So, again, why not?

The house was funky — a 1970s feel and a jacuzzi in the master bedroom. It looked like something out of a retro porn movie. It could have been an actual set if not for the cat hair (and stank).

He had four cats, and there was hair fucking EVERYWHERE! I don’t understand having four of anything: four cars, four homes, four kids, four dogs, and especially... Read More