Craigslist Frenzy

Last week I responded to a craigs ad seeking a date for a Nuggets bball game. I love sporting events so I responded and the guy chose me. He wasn't hot, just cute enough but an all-around good guy.

We were at a bar near the stadium eating when he gets a text from his friend who is also coming to the game. The friend tells us that his date is outside of the bar and gonna meet us first. So she comes in and tells us that she met the friend on craigslist too.

So here we are, two girl who met two guys off of craigslist. Then sure enough when we ask the guys how they know each other, they tell us they met off craigslist too.

Four people all connected through craigslist. Love it.

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Running Into People

Well Southie has pretty much fallen off the face of the earth. Ok... he put me after the Yankees. I totally accepted coming second to his son, but I never in a million years thought I would come third to the Yankees.

It upset me for a good bit. I wrote about it a couple posts ago. I didn't tell you I cried, but I'll admit it. I really liked him. But once again, not enough time to get to open up. Oh well.

Moving on...

I went back on craigslist. My go-to site had a plethora of men from whom to choose. I opted for the engineer from upstate New York. He was totally cute and really fun. We went out two nights in a row. If he was here in Denver, we'd prolly be officially dating.

Anyway... he and I ended up back at the bar in my building. It's a great place where half the patrons live in my building. Low and behold... who is there... Author.

I panicked for a moment when I realized my date was standing next to Author at the bar. I check my cell phone and there are a few missed texts, including one from Author asking what I'm doing. When my date came back with the drinks I told him "my neighbor is here. We should invite him over. By the way, our story is that we went to undergrad together."

Author came over with a couple of his friends. We all had fun chatting away. Author did eventually ask how we knew each other, to which I promptly replied "engineers together!" and quickly changed the subject.

Did he believe me? Honestly, who cares... we're only FWBs

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Craigslist Rules

So I'm pretty fearless when it comes to craigslist. I have no problem meeting men, and quite often I meet some great guys. RedSox for example... in fact most of the men written of in this blog are from craigslist.

When I posted an ad in M4W in Denver, I received the typical 60+ responses. I met about 7 of them. I'll get to writing about those men within the next few days, but I wanted to let you know how I manage this. One of my friends has recommended that I write a guidebook for craigs. No need for a guidebook. Just follow a few simple rules and guidelines:

1. The "Delete" button on email is your best friend. Don't be afraid to use it. If something(ANYTHING) is off, DELETE!

2. Ask for a picture in your post. Physical attraction is the first and foremost important part of chemistry. If a guy doesn't send a pic, and doesn't explain why, DELETE. If he refuses to send one, DELETE.

3. You must be able to see his face in the pic. Some men send pics of their abs. I do find that hot, but I'm gonna be looking at his face when we meet.

3. If you ask for a pic, you MUST have one to send in return. If you post your pic in your ad, make sure it's accurate.

4. Don't feel offended if you send a guy your pic and he never replies. We have types too and delete many responses because we didn't feel a spark. He saved you a headache.

5. Keep your post short. Most men click on posts just to see the pic and mostly will respond based on how hard they get by looking at you. It's no different from daily life.

6. Some men cast a deep net when it comes to craigs. This means they respond to every single M4W ad. These guys are easy to spot. Their response to you is the length of a novel and don't reference anything you said in your ad. If you get one of these guys, DELETE.

7. Meeting the guy: you have to meet sooner rather than later. Emailing gets old very quickly. He should be willing to set up coffee or something after a few emails. If it's going on forever and he's not asking, DELETE. (and of course meet in a public place)

8. Go into each date with NO expectations. Some men will not look like their picture. Some will have lied about their name, age, occupation, etc. You might have to pay for your own meal. Be prepared for this, but nonetheless try to enjoy yourself. It's great practice for the future.

9. Get his phone number before the date and yes... be willing to give him yours. People run late, go to the wrong restaurant, have an emergency. Personally, I like to text him 5 mins before I arrive to see where he is on route. There have been times where I've been stood up, so I'd like to try and figure that out before I sit down at a table.

10. Always say thank you. Definitely at the end of the night, even better in a follow-up email.

11. Briefly evaluate the date. Did you like him? Keep it simple: Yes or No only.

12. He might never contact you again. As a blogger friend's mom once said "Rejection is God's Protection." Take it with a grain of salt and go for the next guy.

13. You may not want to go out again. Be honest. Just say "thanks, but I didn't feel chemistry." He might reply with a vicious email... DELETE.

14. Lastly, let me just re-iterate the first rule. The "Delete" button is your best friend. Use it as often as you wish.

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First Week in Denver

I landed in Denver with 2 boxes filled to the max weight the airline would allow. WhiteRapper picked me up at the airport and lifted them both without much difficulty... show-off.

We drove straight to American Furniture Warehouse, the IKEA of this area. I picked up a couch, matching chair, an ottoman that converts into a coffee table and a bed frame. We lugged all of this straight to my apartment. 

And there I was... in my new home. 

Having no friends here yet, naturally I posted an ad on craigslist. I went on 2 dates last weekend. Both went well, with gentleman. I have a second date with one on Saturday. He's a nurse. He might even be working with me when I do my ER rotation... call room sex?

On Sunday, OleMiss flew in. He just left today, Thursday. We had a good week as we usually do. He set up my furniture, bank account, internet and other manly things. I rewarded him with sex. It's win win... well for me ;) Ok I did have to risk my life on an ATV in the mountains and on the river white-water rafting, but thankfully that is over and I am back in heels.

And now, I'm feeling a twinge of loneliness. Orientation starts on Monday, so I won't meet my fellow interns until then. People in my building seem to already have their cliques or lives going. I'm sure this will all change within the next couple of weeks. But until then...

I have to get ready for my next craigslist date ;)

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Too much To Do

Paperwork from Denver has come flooding in... to Boston. My mom faxed some stuff over, but RedSox has the rest. Luckily he's coming to LA tomorrow night.

I'm looking forward to seeing him, though I must admit that our time apart has been good for me. I miss him, but not in the relationship way. It's lonely out here, but I am enjoying my freedom.

After my board exam on Monday, I decided to try craigslist. I put up an ad for friends, got a million responses and finally met up with someone who suggested a place I could get to by foot. Low and behold, he's NOT an actor. In fact... he is an investment banker.

What are the odds?

He was a cutie. We had a drink, then more, then more. I'm fairly certain I drank an entire bottle of wine. I was definitely wasted...

I know we kissed, but I don't remember. I know I talked to RedSox on the phone, but I don't remember.

The I-banker texted me the next day asking to hang out again. I waited a few hours before responding that I was busy. I have yet to hear back, so I'm sure that might be the end of him.

And it's great... because I love being back on the prowl.

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New Girlfriends

I found out today that my board results will be available tomorrow. I've been praying non-stop for a great score and staring at the sticker on my mirror that says 280. I don't know what's going to happen but hopefully my life will ultimately result in happiness and satisfaction.

To get the ball rolling in that direction, I know one thing that makes me happy is having great girlfriends. Now all of mine have either left Boston or can rarely hang out, and that's not conducive to my happiness when there are sooooo many great events in the city.

So I turned to the one person I know and trust to help me out. Craig... of craigslist.

I posted for girlfriends for drinks, events, shopping, more drinking, etc. As happened the last time, many women responded. Unfortunately some I couldn't relate to (under 21, kids, need to drive into the city). Others seemed great, so I started meeting them last week.

I started on Sunday with brunch. I met 3 girls who were all truly sex & the city. There was the quiet & kind charlotte, the shoe-obsessed carrie, the hungover miranda, and me... Samantha.

We had a great brunch and the hungover Miranda and I went to Saint later that night for Industry night. We had a blast, but she kinda was a sloppy drinker. No worries... I can be that way too sometimes.

A few days later I met with Teacha. She seemed really cool, loved the same things I did and dated the same way I used to... and want to again. We had a great time grabbing drinks and went out again last night for a restaurant's anniversary party.

Open bar, Moet rolling off my lips... again we had a fabulous time.

I think I found a great new girl-friend. As for the rest... we'll see.

In the mean-time, let's see how I did on my board exam. Please God Please... a fabulous score would be much appreciated.

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The Erotic Massage

Remember the episode of Sex & the City where Samantha finds out that a particular masseur gives happy endings? It made me wonder. Where does this happen? How does this happen?

I perused the M4W section of craigslist as I often do and kept reading this ad for a massage. It sounded like a normal, regular massage... but of course this is craigslist so I knew what it would be about.

I emailed the guy. He sent me his pic. Decent looking... i was still curious.

We chatted back and forth. I grilled him on everything, got references... and made an appointment.

I arrived at his place. It was nice and big, clean, warm and soft. He's obsessed with yoga. Good.

He has a gorgeous cat. She was friendly and outgoing, then she walked away from us and jumped on the bed.

Kitty knew this scenario very well. I did not, so my heart started racing.

He left me alone to get undressed. I laid face down on the bed. He started massaging me. It felt really nice. I could sense his energy through his hands. He did all over and then went in between my legs.

You can imagine what happened next.... and I came.

I haven't come with a man since Berklee. It was such an amazing release, almost like a spiritual experience.

I enjoyed it... I may go back... I almost wonder if it's the therapy I always needed.

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If i haven't made it clear...

I LOVE NYC!

I just got home from a fabulous weekend in NYC filled with fun and debauchery. After OleMiss dropped the Ex-bomb, I called up Sam. She was happy to host me this weekend and I think I made the better choice by staying with her.

Saturday night we went to this club called the Pink Elephant. Two of Sam's friends were celebrating their birthdays together. There was lots of booze, tons of dancing and an overall great time. The bar lets people smoke though, so after a while my headache became a bit unbearable and my lungs were pissed. I left and headed over to a dive bar where OleMiss is a bouncer. We chilled and drank at the bar even after they closed. It was a good time, but I still felt annoyed that OleMiss was not gonna take me home. I know I know.

So the next day, we sorta had plans to maybe have brunch but moreso we talked about watching the Celtics game. Since I don't know OleMiss's sleep schedule on the weekends I opted to try a craigslist date for brunch instead. No pics were exchanged, just "hey lets meet." So I met a rather good-looking, very well-educated black guy for mexican food and margaritas. We spent several hours hanging out, and he took me on a tour of the Soho area. Good guy, but alas I thanked him and went on my way.

On my walk back to Sam's place, she texts me that her friend Stewie is going to pick me up at 9pm for a date. I didn't know what else to do but accept, even though I knew nothing about him other than he's Jewish. So 9pm rolls around and Stewie picks me up. We drive around the corner to a true dive. I'm talking darkness, stiff drinks and hipsters. Stewie and I are totally hitting it off and I want him... so when he asked me to go back to his place... I accepted.

Stewie is a nipple guy. I am very tender and sore around the areolas as I type this. His penis... huge. Having only had sex once with RedSox in the past 6 months, I was definitely humming "like a virgin."

All in all a great trip. For those of you wondering what the hell was I thinking with my behavior this weekend, please understand that NYC is my vegas. What happens there, stays there.

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Swiped Out

Swipe instant messaged me out of the blue yesterday. I think the last
time I saw him was before I started medical school. He was one of my
random craigslist hook-ups in NYC.

He is a guy who loved to plan dates full of unique activities, a highly attractive quality since I am generally looking to do new and exciting things.

I met him New Years 2005 I believe. I decided to party it up in NYC with some college friends. I planned to stay a few days, so to not overwhelm my host I set up a few craigslist dates.

Swipe happened to graduate from our same college. I met him for dinner. He took me to an Italian place he had been dying to try. For dessert he took me to a cafe featured in some well-known movie.

He came on strongly. I usually get put off by that, but it was different. He is a man who goes after what he wants, yet only gives a taste. He kissed me but didn't push further. The confidence was striking... the patience was excruciating.

He called me the next day to invite me to a new years party. Though I had plans, I felt I could squeeze him in. I met him at his place. He wore a gorgeous maroon button down shirt under a suit. I had to have him, so while waiting I blurted out that I wanted to fuck.

He thought that was hot. We went at it. I kept my dress and boots on. He ripped off his shirt like superman. (I soon found out that he is a comic book geek.)

The party went smoothly, and we parted ways the next morning. We still kept in touch and I ended up visiting him again over the summer. Our days and nights were filled with fun activities. He told me how difficult it was to find that special someone in NYC, someone who enjoyed trying new things, someone who generally saw the bright side of life.

After another fun time together, we parted again. This time we didn't keep in touch too well. He was barely online. I started medical school. I'll never forget though... one time in the fall I did see him online and said hello. He immediately signed off and I never heard from him again.

To have a conversation last night after over 2 years felt unusual, but it went pretty well. It was mature. He told me he thinks of me fondly, and he went on and on about how much NYC women suck.

I replied that I don't think he's giving NYC women a chance... and I told him about RedSox.

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Who are we really?

I started my blog as a way to try and open up to people, to not be afraid to be myself. It's been very helpful. It's been eye-opening.

Who I am in person is not too different from who I am on my blog, but the people who see me in person do not always know the secrets that those who read my blog do.

It's scary at times just how much my writing reveals... fear, envy, lies... the Truth.

I've been playing around with craigslist again, just to see who is out there, to see what is available should I choose to act.

I read a M4W where the guy wanted to take a woman shopping, no strings. It was rather odd to me since most of those kinds of ads require some form of sexual compensation. I was curious, so I responded.

We chatted a bit, and he pretty much revealed his extreme lack of self-confidence, of social skills, of self-respect. I felt sorry for him and decided there was no way I would ever meet up with this guy, but I couldn't help but ask about his past experiences taking women shopping.

He told me about licking a woman's feet, about eating another's feces (YUCK). I told him all I would want is to go shopping, and he told me he had taken one other girl shopping who ONLY wanted to go shopping.

He told me her name was Lin and she hailed from Chicago. Funny, I know a Lin from Chicago.

He described her beautiful blue eyes and that he wanted to hang out with her again, but she refuses. Then he says "OMG, you're friends with her."

I was shocked. I had sent him my myspace page, forgetting Lin had added me as a friend. She and I are not really friends. Actually she is one of RedSox's friends.

I had no idea that she and I were so similar... despite being so different.

I ended my conversation with the guy shortly afterwards, somewhat ashamed of the box I had just opened.

But the truth is the truth. It reveals very much. I knew I was no where near being the poster child for all that is good, but what I now know is neither is Lin.

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Overheard on Craigslist 9/16

I'm think I might start a new series of posts where I pick out of the funny lines I read on craigslist and just comment on them. I'd also love to hear what you all think of what these men looking for women were thinking when they put together a sentence.

I'm not gay. I just like Rainbows DAMMIT!
but... isn't it kinda gay to like rainbows? I mean it makes sense if you're in pre-school, but by your 20s (or teens) I would have hoped you picked a color to focus on.

May God strike me down and fart on my face.
I'm pretty sure God doesn't have any bowel movements or abdominal sounds. If he decides to fart on your face, I hope you're ready... it's going to be much stronger than solar wind.

I work crazy hours and see even crazier things so I want a girl who can just be someone to talk to.
So let me get this straight. You're hardly ever going to see me but when you do, it will be like an episode of the sopranos? Listen, we all need therapy. If you've got a decent insurance plan, you're covered. You probably will spend even less money on therapy than you would trying to impress a chick.

Not looking for anything too serious but not gonna hit and quit either.
Why not? Craigslist is the place to be to hit and quit. That's how I got to try so many restaurants on someone else's dime AND get laid. I love being a predator.

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The Ever-Burning Torch

My summer after graduating college was coming to an end. I had just moved into my apartment in Beacon Hill, and I was ready to truly experience downtown Boston. I went out with my boys, but the cock-blocking was beyond manageable.


I needed girl-friends and I needed them fast!

I put up a post on craigslist looking for some Sex & the City friends, which gave me 30 responses. Some were out of the age range, others had far too different (ie: boring) interests and a few actually wanted to date me.

Several meet-ups ended a friendship before it could begin. I just couldn't find someone who fit in my niche... that is... until I made plans to meet up with a couple of girls at TGI Fridays.

That is where we lit the flame.

Torch and Ruby were pretty new to Boston. They had graduated the same year as me. They were working and looking to get to know the city. I was working and knew the city pretty well. We clicked and off we ran.

Dates, drinks, dancing and devilish behavior ensued... it was nothing but a blast.

4 years later it still is a blast, and Torch is still running... now to another city.
She is another one of the girlz who has made the decision to leave Boston. She and A-train are off to Seattle. A new job, a new start, another chapter in her journey.

I'll miss her, just as I miss all the other girlz who have left... but I'm sure I'll see those flames again.

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Sadly

I didn't think anything would come of posting a craigslist ad in Chicago. I wrote that I wanted a long-distance pen pal. I miss dating, and I thought it would be fun.

I kept emailing with two guys, nothing sexual, just flirty. They both were really cute and fun for conversation.

Then yesterday I get an email from one of them saying he is in Boston for the Sox games and he would love to meet up.

Sadly I didn't hesitate. I had a crappy day, and RedSox wasn't around.

I met up with Salesboy and his friends at a local bar. He was cute, and his friends were hot. I had all my drinks paid for and it was a great time! He told me I was beautiful and that he wants to date me and that I should come out to Chicago.

How I miss men telling me that... and then he planted one on me.

I felt nothing for him, but I did enjoy the kiss.

Sadly, I don't feel bad about it.

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The Mole

Today was an exam day. After an exam, you'd be lucky if I touched anything related to medicine.

I got my haircut. I walked around Newbury. I was feeling good, so I decided I wanted to go out on a date tonight. Unfortunately RedSox had a fundraiser to attend, and LV is playing poker at Foxwoods. So....... Craigslist it is.

I posted to get a burger at the 21st Amendment, and as expected close to 30 guys responded. But I went with... sorry I have to... Mole.

I didn't notice it in his pic. jpegs are small. I'm not looking at details. I'm just looking for someone I "can" or "cannot" be seen with. When I saw Mole, well... I didn't see the mole. I saw someone with whom I could be seen.

I agreed to meet him at 21st, and things started out great! We said hello, even had a friendly hug. We left the bar area to sit at a table, where there was better lighting. That's when I saw it... a prominent mole above his eye.

I'm more mature than this, so I went right into conversation. We talked about a bunch of random stuff with witty banter back and forth. Everything was going really well. The burgers were fab. I had an awesome oktoberfest.

But I couldn't help it. My eyes kept wandering back to the mole, and I'd be in a trance.

Needless to say, I was back home in less than an hour. I guess the mole had enough and whispered to my dinner companion that it was time to go.

Before I wrote this entry, I was thinking of researching moles on medline so I could educate all of you... and reassure myself that they're not contagious or life-threatening or GROSS (even though they are totally gross).... but like I said today was an exam day, and I'm not about to touch anything related to medicine.

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Smile

I just read one of my friend's away messages. "Smile. It makes people wonder what you've been up to."

It's true. I smile quite a bit, and I'm always up to something.

Tonight, I met with a potential sugar daddy. I know I know. It makes me a whore, prostitute, whatever you want to call it. But I assure you that this has been a long process. Almost 2 years.

I didn't hear the term until after college. I read about it on craigslist, and I was appalled! Who would do that?

But of course... I pursued it.

First, I tried to get the definition. No consensus. Then I posted for a daddy. No luck. Then I responded to posts to be a baby. Nothing satisfied me.

On and off for 2 years I tried to find something that worked. I finally realized that sugar daddy/sugar baby is a unique relationship that is different for each individual couple.

And when I realized this... I met Las Vegas. I'll call him LV for short.... only because I might be wearing some more Louis Vuitton thanks to him.

We met for the first time tonight and went out for steak at Mortons. Fabulous as expected. I fully intended this evening to be experimental. A typical "date" perhaps. We meet, chat, have great conversation. He pays. I say thanks. That's my general routine.

But tonight we talked about an arrangement. I didn't believe it was possible, but we had chemistry. He laid down an offer. Shit, I'd have sex with him for free... but that offer... well it's the kind of freedom any human... er sugar baby... would ask for.

So I'll be seeing LV again.... and next time you see me, you'll know why I'm smiling.

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and so the begging begins...

I live my love life... err... sex life in cycles. Same cycle with a different guy. Every time.

So Ted won't leave me alone. It's not so much that I want to be left alone, but holy goodness!! At least let me take a breath here and there.

I give him a little taste of my sexual juices and he's still thirsty. Now parched.

It happens with every guy. I don't think it's because I'm an amazing lay. I think it's because I make myself unnattainable... not unavailable, just unnattainable. It drives men wild, but I don't do it on purpose.

You see, I'm an honest gal. And right from the start I'm pretty upfront with guys about what I want. And I tell them that "we" will never happen. I don't want a relationship. I think it works for some people, but not for me. Suddenly, it's a competition, a race, whatever.

They keep coming back for more, and I give more as I please. But then they want more than the physical, and that's when I have to cut the cord.

They beg... keep begging... and finally (hopefully) they stop.

But Teddy is still at the beginning of the cycle... so I'm gonna let the wheel keep turning on this one.

tee hee.

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Casual Encounters

So it's a lazy saturday. I should be studying anti-bacterial drugs... and also bacteria itself since my exam is a week from Monday and I have done nothing.

But I got horny. Granted I had sex 2 nights ago, but I REALLLLLLY needed to get some....right away!!

At first I started IMing this guy Elliot. I'll call him Elliot since I don't quite remember his name. Elliot and I went on a date over a year ago. He's one of my craigslist boys. We had a decent time, but I didn't feel any chemistry. So I let him pay for my meal for wasting my time and that was that. But Elliot informed me MONTHS later that he thought I was really hot, but he was too shy. So I said we should try again. Back and forth emailing, no dates set... I'm going out with a bunch of guys in the meantime... Elliot is pathetic.

But today, Predator was in FULL force. I saw Elliot online and told him I was watching some porn. We should get together. He wanted to, but he was waiting for some delivery. Freak.
Now what? I love my bullet, but I needed penetration. So I did something I haven't ever done. I posted in Casual Encounters on craigslist. I made my post plain and simple:

Quickie- 25 w4m
Fit and cute chick in Beacon Hill. Get me off then get out.

As expected, a thousand guys responded within 1 minute. I deleted most because all they said was hi, yes please, or some other one or two word line that wasted time. Some I deleted because the pics were hideous. Then I get an email from Ted. He actually wrote a sentence and attached a pic. VERY handsome.

Ok Ted, you win.

We email back and forth for a little bit. I send my pic. He thinks I'm hot. Awesome... he's on his way. I'm feeling totally fine. The cats know something is up, so I give them some food and they go right on their way.

I end up waiting a little longer than expected. No worries. I can get excited realquick. The door buzzes and suddenly butterflies. Ted comes up. He's cute... not as cute as the pic, but I can overlook it.

We chat for about 2 minutes. He goes on and on about how hot I am. He sees my medical books. Now I'm hot and smart. Enough Teddy, let's get it on.

When we finish Ted gets dressed and then gives me a piece of paper with his number on it. He was so excited to meet a good-looking girl from craigslist that not only does he wants me to call him if I want to do this again... he wants me to call him so he can take me out on a date.

How cute...

Ted leaves, I write in my blog... and now it's back to a lazy saturday.

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oops... sorry about the delay

So I met Jon in NYC.... back at the end of July. We had a GREAT weekend together. He looked like his pic, and he told me that I looked better than my pics. We had great chemistry and I even went down to NYC again a few weeks later to visit.
I was supposed to see him a few weeks ago in September, but plans fell through. And now I'm so busy with school that I don't when I will again.
But hey... like any predator... thanks, had fun, maybe I'll see you around again.

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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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