The Guy Who Told Me I’m An Outdoor Cat

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I once went on a date with a man who diagnosed my eccentricities succinctly, “You’re an outdoor cat,” he said. We were on a hike, walking side by side down a thin trail I used to run almost daily until I moved to my tiny cave-like studio. I loved those trails. I loved that they were relatively empty; the only company I had most mornings was the same…