I realized that I never updated on my craiglist's adventures. I have a date this weekend with a craigslist guy who I've been talking to on the phone all week. We talked on the phone for two hours last night (yes, Dad, it was on my house phone. No. I'm not trying to use all your cell phone minutes). I haven't done something like that since I was in high school. I've never even met the guy - I'll call him DJ here to separate him from the aforementioned, "D", but we laugh and joke.
Last night I read him excerpts from my favorite book: "Queer Astrology for Women" by Jill Dearman. How many people could really appreciate the phrase, "A Sagittarius dyke is the closest think we have in the lesbian zodiac to a straight man. I don't care how much lipstick she is wearing!"? I mean, come on, that's pretty funny. It's even funnier when talking to a straight man that also finds that funny.
It is also no coincidence that I just introduced DJ to this site. Everyone say hello and watch me go down into a ball of flames for thinking that anyone who could possibly see me naked one day would want to read any of this.
I've talked on the phone to a couple of other cl men and had some unbelievably bad phone conversations lately. The kind that make me wish my house phone line had caller id so I wouldn't have to answer....again. This one guy, C, keeps calling me, even though he has nothing to say. I'm going to have to bust out the ole', "Dude. You're really freakin' me out. Stop calling me," line pretty soon. Whew. Good thing he doesn't know about this blog. I could post his myspace webpage, but that would be just mean. I think I got my dating meanness out of my system with my rebuttal of D a couple of days ago. If anyone wants to know where you can see Beavis and Butthead head banging to a Van Halen song, I can totally hook you up....