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Craigslist Man Numero Uno
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First story first, let's call him Darren. Why? Because that's the guys name who's sitting across the room from me in Starbucks.
So Darren is the only person I picked out of the 40 or 50 emails that was under 27. He answered all the necessaries in my post. Most importantly he answered my need for passion in life ("you have to be passionate about something, even if it's just taking the trash out every day. I need someone who loves life").
He responded "I am passionate about many things, the most important being financial markets."
He knows how to use a comma.
"But words like financial derivatives, treasury yields, and futures make me smile."
He knows words that I don't know.
HE SMILES!
I think I'm in love.
The next week we met for pizza. Me and the boy who's my age. He was charming, smart, witty... confident to no end.
Then he tried to be a gentleman and serve me a slice of pizza.
The flaming hot cheese fell onto his hand and I tried to stop it- but I couldn't. The laughter just exploded out of my mouth.
Poor guy with the burn and me, laughing at his misfortune. I'm such a kind hearted girl sometimes.
I apologized and we moved on, but I still felt a little awful for laughing. I tried to make it better by telling him about my habit of running into large objects like walls and doors. He just stared at me with a grimace on his face. I thought it was a "you're so mean" grimace so I overcompensated by laughing a little louder. Being a little manic. Talking too fast.
Then he finally called a waiter over.
"Can I have some ice.... I uh, burned my hand..."
I belive he blushed, but I can't be sure.
So me, being entirely socially competent, started laughing again. Loudly. I'm pretty sure it didn't help the pain. Oh, man- that pizza kicked his rear.
I gave him a hug before he dropped me off but the burn lasted weeks.
Categories: new york , funny, love/dating
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So I'm sitting on the side of the belt parkway, right outside JFK airport, and I'm bored so I decide to look at Craig's List. I see the ever enthusiastic, "Not a psycho killer or a crazy stalker! Yay!- 20." I'm intrigued. Same age too. Lets click (or in this case touch on the G1.)
So I read this post...she's describing me. I'm thinking, "Really? This is a rather rare coincidence." Not just a coincidence, but a rather rare one. All I need to do is act myself, and be especially good at it, this should be fun (yay?)
An email response, and I get a real name, including a blog, twitter, myspace blog, facebook, model mayhem--it's a real 21st century scouting report, this makes life easy. 15 seconds later, "She's a smart girl. Wow Craig's List, and to think I didn't believe in you."
So a date is set, here's my thought process, "She's definitely meeting more than just me. Let me take the early portion of this date as far away from the typical introduction, what do you do stuff, as possible." She lives in Chinatown, "Hey, I know Chinatown well, I studied it for a class!" So I re-read a paper I wrote on the East Broadway mall to refresh my memory. I began the date by taking Nikki to a mall she would have never stepped inside otherwise, but with rich culture. I knew a girl whose been to Cambodia, Bahamas, Japan, etc would appreciate such a place. And all I needed to do was give the same presentation I gave my class since I got an A.
And for those wondering, yes I did blush ever so slightly when asking for the ice, and every table around us was looking and laughing at the entire episode. But it wasn't the pizza drop that made them stare, it was Nikki's laughter. I was thinking of saying, "You can keep laughing, just maybe keep it down a little, you know, for courtesy." But it was too funny, let them stare, the more laughter the better.
my bad.
caren gittleman says...
Had a smile on my face the entire way through this! You kill me!
He's a cute boy.
mark says...
a wonderful love story.. you kids!
*smiles*
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