Since I seem to be running out of men, I posted another Craigslist ad at 5:00 Wednesday night. I texted CL#3TextTormenter and said I couldn’t make it. I got incredibly tired and just didn’t feel like leaving the house, and eventually, my bed. I fell asleep at 6:00 and woke up at 8:00. And I had 26 messages in my inbox from Craigslist. One was an old email from the elusive CL#2BlueEyes, and yes, he still wants to meet. He’s very hot. I still want to meet too.
To answer Rhinestone Cowgirl’s question, I never told CL#1Writer that he was out. I should have, and I felt bad about it, until oh, about 10:00 p.m. when I was in the midst of writing back to some amazingly hot men who contacted me and a new message popped into my inbox from, you guessed it. CL#1Writer. So, he’s looking for chemistry (aren’t we all?) and he said my ad sounded wonderful, blah blah blah. So, he’s fine. He’ll live.
I am really surprised that the week between Christmas and New Years has yielded some of these fine specimens, but it has. I’m up to about 45 emails as of 11:00 p.m. Wednesday night, answered almost all of them, if only to say to some that they aren’t my type. And there you have it. I’m in full on email convos with a man with a six pack (not the kind you buy at a liquor store,) a man who looks like he just fell out of a British rock band, another who wrote all the same stuff about himself that I would have written I would be looking for, another who looks like Tom Cruise but hopefully less crazy. So we’ll see what the next few days bring.