Craigslist is a strange animal. I find myself making bizarre and somewhat soulful posts at night, e-mailing with random guys until the wee hours of the morning, and then starting over again the next day. These boys don’t interest me in the daylight. And maybe I don’t interest them. Who knows.
Today I got caught up on Fandom Wank, as I do sometimes, and now I find I am responding to unwanted e-mails with FW phrases. To the guy who wants to take me to wine and cheese at his church, where there are “many attractive singles,” I said, “but what are your thoughts on yaoi?” To the guys who send me links to their myspace or say, “u have pix?” or “lets chat sweety,” I say, “Alan Rickman is hot.” It’s working out pretty well so far. They get very confused. Poor woobies.
And yet this is all largely pointless. I know what I’m looking for. I know who I want. I can’t have it. I’m just treading water, and it’s wearing me out.
