Tread softly, for you are treading on my dreams… From craigslist Ottawa.
You stepped on my foot and well, you left a mark on my shoe. Anyways, just letting you know that you're quite handsome with your blue eyes. Tthis happened yesterday, Tuesday Feb. 22nd. Location: 95 toward dt (around 9:30pm)
Monday, 28 February 2011
You served me papers today :-P - m4w - 30 (Aurora)
Proof that love can be a matter of life and debt. From craigslist Denver.
You waited for me to get home and served some papers to me because my ex didn't pay her bills lol. I wanted to ask you out, but damn that's an awkward situation haha!! Hmmm is Cl less awkward? Probably not, but whatevs :-)
Hit me up!
You waited for me to get home and served some papers to me because my ex didn't pay her bills lol. I wanted to ask you out, but damn that's an awkward situation haha!! Hmmm is Cl less awkward? Probably not, but whatevs :-)
Hit me up!
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
We got married last night? - m4w - 37
This could be a scene from the movie Hangover… From craiglist Portland
I met you at a bar last night and we had a few drinks...
me: handsome, good looking guy, wearing a $3000 suit, a magician.
you: blonde or brunette or something, big cans.
things got a little wild and we started daring each other to do some crazy stuff, you dared me to ride in a shopping cart down hill... I dared you to rob a gas station.
i think we got married
Your name was... Crindy? reply with my initials if you remember this.
p.s. we totally consummated it
I met you at a bar last night and we had a few drinks...
me: handsome, good looking guy, wearing a $3000 suit, a magician.
you: blonde or brunette or something, big cans.
things got a little wild and we started daring each other to do some crazy stuff, you dared me to ride in a shopping cart down hill... I dared you to rob a gas station.
i think we got married
Your name was... Crindy? reply with my initials if you remember this.
p.s. we totally consummated it
The guy that slept on my couch - w4m - 21 (sunset )
Like shoes that pass in the night… From craigslist Las Vegas
So....I don't know who you are or why you were there. But when I got
Home last night you were asleep on my couch. And looked like you
Were having a "nice" dream about pitching a tent or something.
Anyway my roomate thinks I'm crazy and she says she didn't
Have anyone over. But you left your shoes....weird I know
Well if you slept on some chicks couch last night and want your
Shoes back or want to kick it let me know.
Maybe next time you can sleep on a bed...
So....I don't know who you are or why you were there. But when I got
Home last night you were asleep on my couch. And looked like you
Were having a "nice" dream about pitching a tent or something.
Anyway my roomate thinks I'm crazy and she says she didn't
Have anyone over. But you left your shoes....weird I know
Well if you slept on some chicks couch last night and want your
Shoes back or want to kick it let me know.
Maybe next time you can sleep on a bed...
Last night on top of the train - m4w - 23 (Some bar in CH)
Love is like a train, it moves too fast. Sounds like quite a night… From craigslist Raleigh
We met, danced, drank, laughed, kissed, climbed on top of the train and got yelled at. I'm glad I met you to remind me there is real women still out there, even ones who study epidemiology! I hope to one day run into you again.
We met, danced, drank, laughed, kissed, climbed on top of the train and got yelled at. I'm glad I met you to remind me there is real women still out there, even ones who study epidemiology! I hope to one day run into you again.
Friday, 18 February 2011
You said you planned on dyeing your underwear. - m4m - 23 (starbucks - vancouver, wa)
From craigslist Portland. A possible romance to dye for begins in Starbucks…
You came through the starbucks drive-thru tonight and we were being chatty (/maybe a little flirty?) while your drink was being made. When I asked what you were up to, you showed me a packet of blue dye and said you couldn't handle how much those white underwear look like diapers.
I like that you polled your facebook friends to pick the new color for your undies, and I really like that you're the sort of person who thinks all of that is perfectly appropriate conversation to be making with the person who's taking your money and handing you coffee - the person who doesn't know your name, and now regrets not asking for it.
You made my evening. I'd love to buy you a drink sometime - coffee or otherwise. Tell me what you were drinking tonight and I'll tell you my number.
You came through the starbucks drive-thru tonight and we were being chatty (/maybe a little flirty?) while your drink was being made. When I asked what you were up to, you showed me a packet of blue dye and said you couldn't handle how much those white underwear look like diapers.
I like that you polled your facebook friends to pick the new color for your undies, and I really like that you're the sort of person who thinks all of that is perfectly appropriate conversation to be making with the person who's taking your money and handing you coffee - the person who doesn't know your name, and now regrets not asking for it.
You made my evening. I'd love to buy you a drink sometime - coffee or otherwise. Tell me what you were drinking tonight and I'll tell you my number.
You farted in Whole Foods - m4w - 30 (Boston)
From craigslist Boston. All that wholefood fibre can result in both unexpected flatulence and romance…
You were the tall brunette with the near-perfect body who farted in the bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you who asked, "Was that you?" You quickly replied, "No! Wasn't me" and almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew, you continued to deny the flatulence, but it was evident.
I tried to get rid of the stench by waving two loaves of ciabatta bread. You stormed off in an angry huff. You are beautiful, and even if you're a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I'd love to meet up sometime.
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You were the tall brunette with the near-perfect body who farted in the bread section last night. I was the tall guy next to you who asked, "Was that you?" You quickly replied, "No! Wasn't me" and almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew, you continued to deny the flatulence, but it was evident.
I tried to get rid of the stench by waving two loaves of ciabatta bread. You stormed off in an angry huff. You are beautiful, and even if you're a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I'd love to meet up sometime.
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