|Posted by Nikki Yeager on November 30, 2009 at 9:51 PM|
Craigslist Date Number 2 (not posted in any particular order, chronologically or otherwise) happened to be a lawyer. His email response to my personal ad actually made me laugh. Out loud!
I saw your ad looking for someone who isn't a psycho killeror crazy stalker and thought to myself "Hey, I'm neither of those! Maybe I should read the ad." So I did. And now I'm replying to it, so apparently my fancy has been tickled.
A happy lawyer who made me giggle- a winner from the start.
So I met him out and he may not have had the "Fabio-esque" body he told me about, but he was cute. And smart. And behind his lawyer-y glasses he had a wonderfully relaxed face.
By the way- I really like smart. My brain likes brains that are bigger than mine. I can't help it.
It was a pretty normal date all together. We got a coffee and talked for a few hours. He was a history buff in school and I've been around the world- pretty typical first date chatter for me. But I loved the fact he was a lawyer for the purpose of helping the good guys and condemning the bad. He's on a mission to save the world- one criminal at a time. Super James (his name isn't really Jameson... or James... but remember, this is anonymous) talked to me at Starbucks.
After it was pretty late and my conversation bone was pretty tired, we got up and, like a true gentleman, he decided to walk me home. All the way home. I like to walk, lot.
So we only had 25 or so blocks to go and I wasn't about to hope on a train. We stood up to leave, and a scraggly looking man at the table next to ours stood up and leaned over:
"Hey you dropped this."
So I grabbed the paper he handed me and walked out. Sometime after I opened the door I opened the piece of paper, confused where it could have fallen from.
This is what I read (verbatim, with misspellings and all), out loud, to James.
" Dead Friend,
Here's a man destined for bringing out the best in you! Bright mature humble Proud of his upbringing: All the features to make his love, his princess, trully one happy woman.
That he treasures you is tangent! that he adores you: how obvious he is seizing you up at the juncture; what he is weighing is that you are operating, reacting to him with barriers somewhat; for certain: if you're not serious, I beg: Play not with his kind heart this man is quality and deserves nothing but the best. If you willing to at this of your life please let him know it!
A humble onlooker: Joe
P.s. I must say the two of you look great together"
Well, once again I found myself laughing at the strangeness of it all. No little chuckles but crazy, uncontrollable laughter.
What just happened?!
After that I didn't know what to do. So we walked. All 25 blocks to my house and here I am, posting this note online, several weeks later.