Maybe we’ll both get lucky

Saturday evening

7:00 pm:  I write as I wait for responses to the Craiglist post I just put up on Women Seeking Men:

Maybe we’ll both get lucky

Let’s face it, CL is a crap shoot. Want to take a random chance tonight? Meet me for a drink in the mission and let’s see if we click. Ya never know.

420 friendly
Over 40 

The streets are noisy here, the San Francisco 49ers having won some big football game a couple of hours ago that has the fans still celebrating.  I wish I shared their enthusiasm for this sport, but the horns honking and the aggressive whoops in the street are a turn-off.  I hope to meet someone smart tonight, who doesn’t care about this football score.  Beyond that I’m open to most anything.  Good looking is great, and a good sense of humor is a definite turn-on.

7:15pm:  The first response is in:

hello , how are you ?

even I have little chance but ill try it 

where is your location ?

I’m thinking no on this one.

7:22 pm:  Just made a date with the second responder, who sent this:

Hi.

Why not. Was considering just getting dinner and a drink by myself anyway. I’m a 42 yo wm, 6’1″, 170. I’m a scientist by training with an edgy, hip style.

i’m on google chat and yim (thensomewherenow on both) if you’d like a quicker correspondence.

good luck.

A quick glance through my sent mail box tells me that we have corresponded before.  I already know, then, that he only has a six inch cock, way too small for me to have fun with.  Darn.  I hope he’s smart and cute.

7:38 pm:  Took the post down.  I’ll let you know how it goes.

11:22 pm:  Oh, well.  Never got close enough to bring up the fact that we had corresponded before.  He was smart and reasonably good looking, and as mystified by the roaring about the football game as I was.  I bought us one round of beers at a local dive before he left to meet friends across the city.  No attraction here, I guess none on his part either.

A crapshoot.  Not tonight.