13 July 2007 - 8:11 pm

So here's my attempt at a dating life.

I saw this posting on Craig's List:

'Let's go rob a liquor store...... - 45

Date: 2007-07-13, 8:03AM PDT

You can be the driver and lookout. We'll pull up at some 7-11 and I'll storm in with my .9mm and take what I want. We'll head out, tires screeching and if anyone gives us a problem, they'll end up staring down the barrel of my gun and thinking twice before they get smoked!!! We'll end up at an old motel making hot, nasty love and watching news reports of the coppers trying to hunt us down. We'll go out in a hail of gunfire as they close in on us and take down as many cops as we can!!!
We'll get started as soon as I mow the lawn, re-grout the tile in the restroom and pay this month's insurance bill.
On second thought how about Starbucks and a movie instead? I didn't really want to die in a fiery gun battle tonight anyhow.'

I thought it cute (in the good way), someone who didn't take themselves too seriously, obviously has an imagination (or at least has seen a lot of TV and movies) and can spell and express themselves intelligently and humorously. And wasn't hung up on my having to be less than 30 and gorgeous and needing an unattractive but rich sugar daddy. In fact, didn't even mention his appearance or express any requirements for me.

So I responded. Okay, this was the third one I responded to, so maybe I was getting a little punch drunk and giddy for having found intelligent men looking for intelligent women online.

'Coffee or Crimes? That's the Question...

Or:

"Let's go get sushi and not pay!" That's always an option too. Or at least watch the movie that line comes from instead.

Did we get boring or did we get responsible? And/or, is it boring to be responsible?

Or is it we always were responsible, because we never did those crime and passion filled things in our younger years that would have surely led to our deaths, and instead, we create fantasies of what could have been, of which we actually have no intention of fulfilling on (except maybe one or two parts of it (the speeding and the sex, of course, not the shooting and the certain suicidal tendencies)) and in projecting those out into the world, we create the illusion of what someone's younger life could be? And that younger generation tries to live up to it, never realizing it was just a fantasy of someone who never lived it to begin with, and as they lay dying, maybe they will think, "If only I had been more responsible?"

Man, I am waxing philosophical on a Friday night, it is time to step away from the computer.

I didn't notice until now that you had posted 12 hours ago, hopefully you are done with the grouting and lawn mowing by now. I think being responsible is a pretty attractive trait, far more sexy than the perpetually broke even with a good paying job. Still up for coffee, or did I lose you two paragraphs ago? I know a great coffee place (cash only, for those not living on credit!) that's open until midnight every night in the West LA/border of Santa Monica part of LA.

Give a call if interested.'

And with that I left my actual real (first) name and actual real (cell) phone number. Though with my moving soon, I might as well give out the home number, freely and frequently, since I won't be having it for much longer.

In fact, I could turn my soon to be old apartment into a regular swinging bachelorette pad, full of a string of one night stands, and they could come back later, and never find me again....

Oh, I should send that email response off, or the 7-11 robbing gun-toting, coffee swilling guy may never know I was interested. I don't even know his name, yet. Could be interesting.... Or maybe I completely blugeoned any interest he may have in me by getting all philosophical on the nature of maturity and responsibility. Who knows. I'm going home. Or to my present abode. I am leaving work, is what I am trying to say. Have a great weekend yourself, somewhere between the drudgery of responsibility and exhiliration of complete lack of social order and constraint.

Perhaps indulging in a little Harry Potter this weekend? Perhaps.