I have a lot of female dating blogger buddies that I follow and “like” posts from on a regular basis. What I really find fascinating isn’t the fact that a male will blog about dates and feelings but the HUGE differences between what constitutes a “good date.” Also, my theories of 20-30 something men being solely interested in casual encounters is proven but yet explained. Let your freak-flag fly, craigslistguy!!!!!!

craigslistguy:

I had a good date on Friday. As you might expect, it was less funny than a bad date but more fun.

It was with another girl whose “casual encounters” post I responded to. I think that’s how I’ve met/hooked up with the last 3 CL girls I’ve met, which makes me feel pretty good - out of the undoubtedly 100+ responses they received, they chose me. And I wasn’t expecting much from this latest meeting, first of all because her original posting was titled something like “hang out today” and she didn’t write back to me until 2 days later.

The content of her post was brief, maybe two lines, basically saying “I’d love to have someone come over and go down on me today.” It passed my spam-senses, probably because she listed the location as my former stomping grounds, a major hipster neighborhood. When I write to girls who post in casual encounters I never say anything explicit in my emails. I might go so far as to say “I liked what you wrote” but mainly I just introduce/describe myself and send my photo. If she’s attracted enough to write back to me, I assume we both know where this is headed if we agree to meet up.

But like I said, I wasn’t sure if this meeting would even happen. We exchanged brief emails for a week, “how was your weekend” etc. and she eventually sent me a photo. It looked like a glamour shot, maybe even a photo of a photo. It was only a face shot but I inferred from it (and, realistically, past CL experience) that she was a bigger girl. No problem with that. Her face was very pretty, too. She still didn’t seem real excited to meet, though. We talked on the phone early in the week and she told me she was working on a photo project on Friday (this is her major, explaining the fancy picture of herself) so I said she should call me afterward if she wanted to hang out. Her response was “okay.” Not an excited “okay,” either.

Fast-forward to 11 p.m. on Friday. I’m sitting home alone debating whether to crack a 40 and watch DuckTales on Youtube until I get sleepy.

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