people. I seriously don’t get how they think sometimes. it just amazes me. like this most recent nugget:
so, in a fit of annoyance over not knowing how to expand my social network to include male friends and also friends who like to get out and do things like go on photo excursions in abandoned buildings (where, to be frank, it is somewhat comforting to have a male presence), I posted an ad in the the “strictly platonic” section of craigslist last night describing said desire, plain and simple. and, simply because craigslist provides a space for you to include your age, I figured, fair enough, and included my age. no big deal.
now, I can see from scanning other ads that some people do in fact use this “strictly platonic” area to make inquiries that are, if you read not too terribly deeply between the lines, little more than hedged searches for romantic partners. so, okay. that’s out there, even though I wasn’t doing it. seriously.
so anyway, this one guy writes back to me, nothing else first, just launches in with the following: “41… Thats old as hell, but yea. Im always on foto excursions. Lets get on it!”
[channeling arlo guthrie a la alice’s restaurant massacree– take that for old, ya pip]
I mean. I mean. I meeeeeaaaannnn, come ON, buddy– how can that seem at all okay?
sometimes I think to myself, man, sarah, you’re so silly to get bent out of shape about age– you know how relative and meaningless it is. but then something like this comes along and sucker-punches the wind right out of me– and I have to wonder just what the hell is wrong with people? I mean (I meeeean), why even bother replying? why, um, hel-lo, say yes??
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