Would I have to start planning outfits around the tattoo like I plan for weather?
Who wouldn't want to rub his penis on these, right?
I am a big fan of Craigslist. Certainly, it has its practical purposes, like finding cheap bikes or unloading old video equipment. But I mostly appreciate it because I am a sociopath, and it's a handy device for wasting the time of strangers for the sake of perverse personal entertainment.
Sometimes, though, I forget there's a human being on the other end of the Internet.
A few days ago I randomly came across a guy's ad for a $10 foot massage for "hard working" women in the "Missed Connections" section (where I was not at ALL looking for the guy at a standup show who complimented my "Cow Eyes" and then danced off into the night like a mothman who gives weird compliments).
Normally, I'd just flag the ad by passive aggressively hitting "Miscateogorized" while shouting "MISCATEGORIZED!" aloud, but I was bored and a terrible person.
So the next logical step was to to email this guy pretending to be Carly Simon. I messaged him from an old account that I use exclusively as a dump for those online shopping discounts you get by signing up your friends for 500 daily newsletters about chinos and discounted Thai food. (Like I said: sociopath.)
He wrote back immediately, offering the first 30 minutes for free.
I wrote him back with some "conditions" that I was sure would probably put him off, then promptly forgot about him until this morning, when I got these two forlorn missives (the bottom text is me and my "provisos"):
Aw. Poor foot friend!
I guess there are people out there more desperate for human contact than Saturday Night Julieanne.
This briefly depressed me, so I will probably not be Craigslist pranking anybody for like, at least a week or two. In the mean time, I hope this guy finds what he's looking for*.