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caseopele wrote: Me: Woman with the tiny kitten wrapped like a burrito in my cleavage.

Now I have this image of a cat bursting out of your blouse...

I never get these. No fair.

Cool The Kid wrote:
Me: The only black person at Ripple last night

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Times have changed

Subject: Big White Booty

Looking for a man with a LARGE round booty, nice eyes and full head of hair.


--Are you the man I'm waiting for?

No negotiations!


To the big guy on 34th street in front of the mall. You were sitting on a folding chair wearing a T shirt that rose up high and jeans that fell so low half your ass hung out. Everyone on the crowed intersection got the unfortunate experience of seeing your mile long ass crack... I might have even seen some butt hair :shock:

The memory haunts me still
:evil:

I saw you on Prospect Place yesterday morning. You were, um... a Girl. Don't exactly recall what you looked like, but you were plenty cute. Alas! I am unavailable, but I thought that I should point out your attractiveness anyway!

Subject: checkout girl lust

you: hot dominican checkout girl at the washington avenue c-town, line closest to the pedialite, nice eyes, maybe a little mustache.

me: oversized gabacho who's always in there getting cereal and diet coke and vegetables to rot in my refrigerator, not minding the place nearly as much as everyone else seems to.

when our fingers touch as you give me the receipt, it's creepy inter-cultural magic. lick your lips if none of the guys who work there would beat the shit out of me if i asked you out.

Subject: Oh oh oh let me try....

Me - middle aged man of angst and extra leisure, walking on Vanderbilt near Bergen reminiscing about long lost hair.

You - Pretty brunette walking the other direction with your friends.

Did you see me through the haze of mediocrity that envelopes me where ever I go?

Me - spaced out girl in the check out line at Met Foods on Vanderbuilt on Saturday. Hands too full to put the basket down without knocking over the others on the floor.

You - the nice guy behind me with the sweet tooth (seriously - ice cream AND Ho Hos?!) who oh so casually helped me with the basket.

Heads almost knocked together. I looked up to say thanks and you winked.

Then I spent the next few seconds sloooowly trying to collect my change and figure out an opening line. But you had your iPod on.

I choked. Then you walked out with your Ho Hos.

Damn.

TheColonel wrote: Hey Cutie, I saw you on the corner on Washington and St.John's Tuesday morning. You where eating with some of your friends. You looked up at me and it was magic. I tried to make conversation, but you kept moving away from me. One of your friends kept trying to jump on you. Then you flew off.

I was wondering. Are you married? Are you dating someone?

No, I'm single and not dating anyone, but I do have to admit you were quite cute and when you smiled your one tooth stole my heart away.


Please write back. Lets make this happen and don't chicken out.

armchair_warrior wrote: man i keep hoping someone spots me on this thing.

you don't live in PH, though! better start hanging out in front of your building or at the handball courts!!!!

you: writhing on the ground, screaming for the police as your assailant darted off into the october darkness.

me: drinking a beer in the window of my apartment.

Here's a great one.

http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/sea/184277320.html

n the tree outside your apartment - m4w
Date: 2006-07-20, 12:56PM PDT


I was the guy in the tree outside your apartment last night around 1:30 AM.
I knew you would be coming back from the pub, as I saw you go out with your friends. I just wanted to see you again, but closer and more personal than my binoculars will let me. You are absolutely stunning and seem like a wonderful person. Oh, don't let anyone tell you different, picking up your underwear with your toes and putting them in your hamper IS a skill. And I think it is cowgirl cute the way you wave your bra around like a lasso when you dance.

I am sorry I couldn't stay longer, but there was that moment, it was ever so brief, when our eyes met, it means so much to me and I hope it does for you too. But it was the combination of your high pitched scream of joy and the siren about 5 minutes later that made me leave. I thought the siren was from a fire truck and I would hate to be stuck in a tree that gets caught on fire.

Now it seems that your blinds are always closed, what happened? Are you sad and just need some darkness in your apartment? Why not let the stars shine in, I sure would like to see you again.

Kisses

That was hilarious!