Just me having fun with the sad sacks of craigslist M4W in Washington, DC.

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Still bored of that "half-crazy woman" guy...

He moves and shakes, but still he comes up with the same lame posts. BTW, if he builds his castle in the sky, and a crazy person lives in it, someone else has the rent...

Neurotics build castles in the sky, but psychotics repost the same ad over and over and over. If I were a rich man, they’d call me a rich guy whose seen the quality of M4W posts slip dramatically as of late...but instead I’ll need to settle for “irreverent” or “mean.” Or someone once called me a "bastard." It was my mom I think. What does this mean?

First off, I think WAY too much...and I talk too much. I have no impulse control. There is no filter. Nope. I think and talk and talk and think and talk some more and there is nothing to filter what I am am thinking and talking about at all and it just comes out. What am I saying? There is no filter. I have opinions on everything from politics, gay marriage, masturbation, internet porn, chinese food, Spain, dessert toppings, and I’m passionate about it all. (The "half-crazy" woman reposter is responsible for everything that is wrong in the world...chocolate does not go with everything...and the Chinese are responsible for Chinese food).

I read a LOT. Of all sorts. I am intelligent and consider myself to be an intellectual "Half-crazy woman" guy despises intellectuals because he feels that intellectuals treat information too sterilely...too objectively. He says, “Have an opinion for crying out loud!” Here's an opinion for you, "Get a new shtick already! Your old one is tired and played out!"

And you take women pistol shooting on dates? Whoever said romance is dead? [/sarcasm]

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Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Miserable failure seeks woman to fill her up with his man-stuff

Get spoiled.

I'm a miserable failure but come from a privileged background. I'm WM, 6', 170 lbs, squishy, dark hair/eyes, twitchy, bashful...yet not arrogant. A former punk as well. My selfish fantasy is to have a woman to fill her up with my man-stuff. I seek an intelligent, very attractive WF, in-shape gal 20-35. Lead your life as you choose...know that I need quality time with my X-Box.

The extent of my psychosis could be significant, but we need to evolve the relationship. I travel (often by bus - the 42 line) and may take you with me at times (I've got lots of tokens). I would appreciate your picture and feedback to speed the process along.

He gets letters:

"this could work....35 y.o female very fit and slender. Sassy, cool and adventurous in search of a sex partner and who knows."

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Friday, July 29, 2005

Are you a commitment-phobe? A psychotic? A Libra?

No daily Omari, but this Omari-lite was begging for a mocking.

Neurotics build castles in the sky, but psychotics live in them. And psychiatrists collect the rent. If I were a rich man, they’d call me that crazy rich guy, but instead I’ll need to settle for that poor crazy guy. What does this mean? I’m broke.

First off, I think WAY too much. I like to philosophize, like on how many pennies would it take to reach the moon, both end-to-end and stacked like pancakes. I like pancakes. I hate the words topping and any variation of the word moist, including moisture. Plain old wet is fine by me.

I have an active lifestyle, whereby I sometimes shift from one end of the couch to the other while I am watching television. And I like to read, but mostly porn. I am very fond of Penthouse letters and write them often. For example, I never believed these letters until something happened to me. I was in my apartment, watching television, shifting from one end to the other and there’s this knock on my door. My neighbor asks me seductively if she can have “a cup of flour.” I mean we all know what she was really after so I invite her in to my apartment…you get the picture.

I long for a normal, sane woman, but I have never had one interested in me. Generally commitment-phobes are attracted to me. And psychotics. And Libras. All three are great in the sack, so I guess, screw it. I’m game.

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