So Over It

When I started this blog, I had this strange fascination with Craig's List personals. It was new and shiny, and I heard it could be used for breaking boredom. It did turn out to be true - I went out and met random people, and for the most part, the experiences were good. And all of them were pretty safe. Some experiences were better than others, as usual. And many ended in the usual dead silence of not calling/writing back - and since I don't chase guys, that's just frickin' dandy with me. But now I'm over it. Because I'd been so focused on my job and the adjustment, I hadn't even looked at CL in months. That is, until I did last week, rather randomly. And what was I greeted with? The usual freak show: men out there looking to give oral sex, No Strings Attached (NSA) casual hookups, or the ubiquitous fuckbuddy (née Friends With Benefits). Here is a new twist that I saw today: "occasional sex partner who is also a friend." Men asking women to come over to their place for "cuddling." And yes, the good ol' dick picks outside the Casual Encounters section. If it has "fun" in the title, they really mean "sex." It is largely a study in revulsion. All the sex, none of the commitment, all the time. One guy "drew" a vagina with text characters in the subject line. Okay, freak, that'll really reel 'em in! And I don't even read Casual Encounters! Who needs to? Everyone is looking for something casual, sexual, no strings, everywhere. Someone in DC once called Strictly Platonic "Sexually Platonic." Yeah, that's more like it. Must be, for the freak looking to give oral sex in exchange for a haircut! And then there are the sugar daddies. Investment banker looking for college co-ed! And they wonder later on when they want to settle down why so many women are a bunch of fucked up golddiggers? Dummies, you and your brethren taught them to be that way by luring women with your money! But it's easier to blame women, right? It has become such that it's hard to find a normal person, even to meet randomly. But it's free, right? Caveat emptor, indeed - you really do get what you pay for. I'm glad to be done with this particular fascination. I'm sure I might use it again occasionally for shits and giggles, but I'm happy to be beyond it. The addiction is over, and has been for a while. I am just declaring it dead, as I've now become sufficiently revolted to say that CL is no longer appointment reading. I can graduate from being a loser! Yay! Thank God.