The name of my disease is Craigslist

I did the craziest thing this week... well by your standards. Not by this predator.
I posted on craigslist in another city to visit someone. Naturally a thousand guys responded and I had a ball getting to know a few, but the thing about craigs is that most guys (and girls) will email once or twice but never again. Or worse... you exchange pics and that's the end of the convo.

With craigs, you gotta take everything with a grain of salt. So when no one responds after I send my pic, well... he obviously found my fabulous looks intimidating. I'm ok with that and it's on to the next.

One guy replied and we hit it off with some light sarcasm. Then I boldly called him. We've been calling a bit here and there.

I bought my ticket... I hope he's as cute as his pics makes him seem. I hope I live up to my pic. Well stayed tuned to see if this even happens.

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Not a Player, rather a Predator

How did it happen? I don't think it's something that happened. It's who I am.

The first "almost- boyfriend" I had was the one who came to the conclusion. "Roxy, I wouldn't call you a player. You don't play guys. You prey on them. You're a predator."

I have so many stories I can't recount them all.

But if you ever read this... it's all I know how to be... myself.

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