Calm Amidst The Insanity

Wow. The psychiatrist? Admitted on date #2--married. I had an inkling on date #1 due to how he reacted to a joke I made about having to be careful to avoid married men pretending to be single. But I'd googled the crap out of him and found no evidence of a wife. So I figured take it slow and see what happens. He just outright admitted it at the end of dinner.
He "just does better if he has a relationship outside of his relationship". WTF? He knew (probably because I now put "NO MARRIED MEN" in any or all online dating profiles) that I wouldn't even talk to him, let alone go out with him, if I knew he was married, so he felt he had to lie to me to have a chance for me to get to know him.
Sorry, dude. I'm not interested in putting another woman through what I went through. AND there is no future in that kind of thing for a single woman. AND dating can kind of stink these days. So it's kind of frustrating every time a woman wastes any amount of her time even emailing a guy and then finds out he's married. No matter if I didn't get my hopes up much because I was a little suspicious. It adds to that feeling that decent guys are truly few and far between. I pointed out that, if he did this to the wrong woman, who was on the edge, he could throw her into a depression.

I do at least think I got through to him with that. He changed his marital status on his Plenty Of Fish profile to "married". Selfish idiot.

Also some insanity at home, where the girl cats have decided to move from mutual dislike to outright hatred and physical fighting, with New Girl attacking Old Girl. On their own, each is very sweet. But now Old Girl hides, watches doors of rooms like a hawk, and tries to make her way from place to place via my tables and counters. Which is not making me particularly happy, but I can't really blame her. SO, the University's behavioral vet (yes, my cats are going to see a cat psychiatrist, so there's a theme here) is going to make a housecall. In the meantime, I'm playing musical cats--keeping them separated and healthy and trying to give both the attention they need and exposing both to The Boy, so neither starts to hate on him. He just gets along with everybody--such a good guy.

I have been to the gym a bit. Eating a bit better. Bringing my old standby (berries, yogurt, and homemade granola) to work so I don't eat fast-food crap on the way home. Still much room for improvement but moving in the right direction.