Friday, 14 January 2011
The "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist is always entertaining. Usually the posts are written by one person who caught a glimpse of another person that he/she wishes he/she had spoken to. Something like, "stood across from you on the 'L' train today, you have (such and such) eyes, (such and such) hair and were wearing (such and such)." Sometimes the author may have even interacted with the subject, but failed to move past small talk and establish a means of future contact, like a phone number, email - hell, even a name can work these days, thanks to the stalking potential unleashed by Facebook.
Anyway, today there was a post that didn't quite fit the usual prototype (never mind what I was doing looking through the missed connections):
Entitled, "at blue store chelsea twice now- m4m - 22" (man for man, 22 years of age).
"You've sucked me off at blue store chelsea twice now. I've been in red jacket both times. Same booth. Message me if u see this."
I personally find this quite perplexing. Getting sucked off in public by a complete stranger seems a bit strange for me (though, I guess it's not completely implausible). But to have it happen twice? By the same person?! And not even catch his/her name?
I looked up what "blue store" is, and it turns out to be a gay pr0n/toy/erotica store that was temporarily closed down in 2005 following an NYPD prostitution sting. Nice.
But still, clearly this dude's not a prostitute. Otherwise the writer of this post would know where to find him, and even how much cash to bring with him. So what's the deal here?
Doesn't the other guy have any self respect? When's it gonna be his turn? Doesn't he feel unappreciated? How would that goodbye, or rather those goodbyes, go? "Thanks, brah! And, oh, don't get with that dildo, it's crap. Spend five more bucks for the one next to it. Ciao!"
Anybody have an encounter like this before? Anybody have two identical encounters like this before? Or am I correct in finding this very strange?
On an unrelated note, I saw the most incredible pigeon today. You had beady little black eyes and the cutest little ruffle in your feathers, like you just rolled out of your pigeon bed (even though I know you spent hours this morning getting it to look like that). I gave you some of my fries; we shared a moment. And just when things seemed to be going great, a homeless guy got too close and scared you away. If you read this, I'll be back on the same corner tomorrow with a fresh loaf of bread for you and all your pigeon friends.