Photo: I hope your name doesn't start with this letter.
I'm highlighting my favorite parts of this Craigslist personal ad. Yes, it's 3:43 A.M. and I am HIGHLIGHTING CRAIGSLIST PERSONAL ADS. YOU have to go to work in the morning, but the only thing on my To Do list is 'barely wake up'; 'imitate breathing' should be near the top of that list, too. I guess on the bright side for all you workin' folk is that YOU get a paycheck, and I eat generic Top Ramen every day. Sometimes with water, even, when the power's turned on.
So for late-night entertainment, I turn to the Best Of Craigslist, and not porn like the rest of you
men. But with so many GODAWFUL CRAIGSLIST ADS out there, it's hard to choose which one to start bagging on first. Tonight, however, I hit the jackpot. Observe the fabulousness:
I am a single, free-spirted, web-savvy thirtysomething female. Living in the gorgeous
for the past year, I love life and am only looking for a man who is not an idiotic pig-headed beer-swilling moron (which seems to be hard to find in this city). This is my final plea to the Craigslist community. I own my own internet business which means I don't get to leave the house much, but I do know the internet and its dating potential. So far it has let me down every single time. Caroll Gardens
I've done MySpace, Facebook, Match.Com, eHarmony, and even Jdate (I'm not Jewish and don't care about
). Don't get me started on Jdate. But with so many people out there, at least ONE guy can match this. I know he's out there. My standards are exacting, but they're not too much to ask. Life is too short to compromise yourself! If you're this guy or know this guy, have him contact me right away. Israel
-must love cats and be open to the idea of future adoptions
-must not be more than one to five stops away from Carroll Gardens F train in either direction
-must not be opposed to wicker furniture
-must be 420 friendly
-past bar tending/table-serving experience a plus but not necessary
-must be fluent in 2 languages (English DOES NOT count); I still like to practice my French from study abroad
-toilet paper must go over, NEVER under, when placed in dispenser
-no stockbrokers, unemployed musicians, actors, or baristas
-no ravers, goths, punks, or rude boys
-name must not begin with an R, a J, or a B.
-must like scented candles (not vanilla); no incense
-owning a car is a plus, but it can't be a hatchback (some standards)
-I ski one weekend a year, so you ski. No shredders.
-must love Gary Larson, and hate Dilbert
-passionate about animal rights, but willing to take in the circus when it comes to town
-must have read complete works of Jane Austen
-must know how to turn a Word document into a PDF
-must be on T-Mobile for Fave 5 access
-must agree to watch "The Hills" on MTV on Sundays but hate that bitch Heidi, she is everything wrong with womankind
-must know CPR and have current certification, ++ for SCUBA certification
-must be home from 2-6pm on Saturdays to receive packages; bonus points if you're an Ebay power seller too!
-must have all limbs, no quads (not biased, just poor past experience)
-must have Scrabulous installed on Facebook during work hours
-must like North-Eastern microbrews, NO COLORADO, NO EXCEPTIONS
-no corduroy pants, jackets, shirts, socks, caps, etc. And while we're on the subject of hats, no hats at all. Having a hat as part of your job costume is not an excuse.
I know the guy for me is out there. I've come so close to finding him in perfect form so many times. If you see yourself in even a FEW of my specifications, you are invited to apply. Think of it more like a guidebook to my heart.
Think of this ad as a guidebook to MY heart. The baedeker to my bosom, the enchiridion to my essence--or the atlas to my aorta! I could go on. But it's crazy early and I must find a warm body to stick my cold feet on before the warm body goes to work.
I doubt this ad is real, but still--I laughed. Hard. Because if it was authentic... that would mean there's a woman in this world who loves Scrabulous, hates Colorado microbrews and corduroy, can't burn vanilla-scented candles, dated a quadriplegic, and possibly had a stroke, right before she wrote this Craigslist ad. I saw a lot of dealbreakers in this, but I'd have to say my Number One No-No has to be the wicker furniture. If I want to feel cradled in the squeaky, hard, uncomfortable embrace of a cheap-ass tree, I'll climb into one--but I will not shell out $200 for the same thing at Pier One that's been painted some white guy's version of an 'ethnic' color, ie; the colors of Africa. WICKER IS WRONG. And I'm saying 'wicker is not okay' in the same tone I might say 'white pants after Labor Day is not okay' or 'killing this prostitute tonight was not okay'. If you support wicker, let me know--we might need to talk about your future.
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[RADWORDS]: WICKER, MICROBREWS, JEWS, CORDUROY, PIER ONE.