craigslist love hate

I love Craigslist. I don't post often, though I have before.� I don't really respond all that often either. I just enjoy the raw nature of it. There so much passion in a missed connection. There's so much excitement in seeking a companion. There are so many new possibilities and opportunities. There so much freedom in the anonymity.

So, on a fairly regular basis, I read Craigslist.

Usually I read in Dallas, but sometimes other cities.

I read the community section and the trade section and marvel at how money-centric our society is and cheer when I see something I can actually agree with or get behind or understand.

I look at the job boards and fantasize about what I could be doing and curse myself for what I'm stuck with.

I read the women seeking men section and realize how little I know about the kinds of people one might desire. I wonder how many women out there desire someone that fits my description.

I read the men seeking women and compare my tastes to what the men are looking for. Usually I'm bored. Sometimes I'm curious. Other times I'm shocked. Occasionally, I'm repulsed.

I read the casual encounters section and wonder what I'd casually seek if I were seeking casually.

I read the missed connections section and think of all the people that I've passed and wish I could find again. I think of all the people that I was close to that I now miss so dearly.

Except for those which obviously aren't real (which I flag like I'm on a mission sanctioned by God himself), I rarely consider that any of the posters might be a fraud or have motives other than those outlined in their posts. It's on the rare occasion that I do interact with the site (posting, responding) that I realize how wrong I am that I truly recognize how many traps have been set.

Today I responded to an ad in casual encounters.� I was clear at the very beginning of my response that I was merely browsing and was not actually interested in dating her but that I was intrigued by something she said. I was being nice. I realized how good it would make me feel to get an email like the one I was sending her. And I meant what I wrote, so it was genuine. I thought, at the very least, it'll brighten her day.

Within 5 minutes she wrote back. At 6:30am, that's a bit unusual. As soon as I opened the email I understood why. No one had even read what I wrote. The response indicated that if I wanted to hook up I should click on a link and check out her pics. I didn't bother.

Maybe this should be the start of a mission to find truth in Craigslist.

Maybe not.