Fun with personal ads: Craig’s List edition
A friend turned me on to the Best of Craig’s List, and let’s just say that this is the BEST of the best!
Girls, how annoying is it to receive messages/read posts from guys who claim they were put on this earth to park their faces between your thighs? Do you honestly believe them? These are the same fuckballs who claim they love “cuddling and long walks on the beach and romantic dinners” and, essentially, emasculating themselves. Hah. Then you meet them. 😉
“And, it might help restore my faith that God knew what he was doing when he gave men tongues in the first place to see a guy using it for something other than complaining about my driving or scarfing down cheeseburgers.”
For more than just a taste of the text, I urge you to go enjoy this lick — I mean, link!
On iTunes: Hooverphonic, “Renaissance Affair”
October 28th, 2004 at 7:01 PM
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October 28th, 2004 at 7:03 PM
Does that ever remind me of a personal experience. So, back in the day when I was a lot younger and MUCH more stupid, I answered a personal ad.
I hadn’t been in town long and wanted to meet someone and wasn’t having a hell of a lot of luck. So I answer this ad and wind up agreeing to meet Goober (not his real name).
Goober told me he was into Renaissance Faires (spelled just like that) and sent me a picture of himself. All I can say is he must have had the pic professionally done because in person he looked NOTHING like it.
His ad promised a good looking, compassionate guy who didn’t play mind games. Given I’d just gotten out of relationship that was nothing BUT games this sounded fabulous.
As you might guess, Goober was less than fabulous. He showed up for our date in combat boots and a bubble gum pink tie. Within the first 30 minutes of our dinner he asked me if I’d be into S&M with him…oh, and he forgot to get cash so I paid for dinner. After that he informed me he was still living with the mother of his son in his parents house…but that it really wasn’t a big deal.
Yeah. Its a wonder I didn’t just become a nun after that date.
October 28th, 2004 at 7:54 PM
I’m headed for the convent myself, but I wonder if the nuns would have a problem with me bringing my toybox? 😉