If you enjoy the column below, please subscribe to my newsletter ! You'll get each new issue in your inbox for free. I love having new email friends. Let's open your letters! Dear Stephen, I’m a chronically single, straight (sorry) man living in the Midwest. Now that I’m in my 30s, I’m realizing that the societal clock ticks faster here — everyone is seemingly married with kids already on the way. Due to my (apparently advanced) age and DINK aspirations, my dating pool is tiny. Further complicating things: I’m allergic to cats. This isn’t a “pop a Benadryl and suffer” situation — I genuinely can’t be around them. Whenever I see someone on dating apps with a cat, I swipe left. My friends think I’m crazy for eliminating potential dates based on a pet. However, I think of pets as part of the family, and I’d never want to force my date to choose between me and the cat. What do you think? Should I take a second look at cat ladies?…