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Well, it’s official: I’m over the iPhone. It is pretty, and useful and I’ve enjoyed it very much- but with no multimedia messaging (or other features I need in a phone) in sight, I’m ready to move on.

This decision has been bittersweet, I must say. I LOVE the iPod, Google Maps & instant iTunes downloads. However, I really hate not being able to send or receive multimedia messages. Every time someone sends me anything other than a plain text, this is what I have to do: Go online (with my computer because iPhone also does not support Flash), log into AT&T’s junky-ass, Flash-based “multimedia center” (using a random username and password), then cross my fingers and hope that attempt was successful. Sometimes it is… sometimes it takes several tries. Either way, it’s a big pain in the ass and I’m over having to deal with that.

Another thing I’m “over” having to deal with is my monthly bill. It’s ridiculous. And since iPhone’s have their own plans, there isn’t a lot I can do about it. My bill this month is $123.00. Doesn’t matter… I’m getting out.

So I have already found the phone that makes my heart beat fast. However, said phone costs more than my iPhone did- so I was prepared to wait and save up like a good girl until I could afford it without having to sacrifice Dirty Porn Stars and hot wings. And then a brilliant idea came to me: CraigsList.

There is this nifty little area of CraigsList for bartering. So I posted an ad… My iPhone for My Dream Phone. And today I got an email from a very nice person willing to trade me his very new phone-of-my-dreams for my little iPhone. Yipee! After many email exchanges, the deal was made and it goes down Monday. I can hardly wait. Wish me luck.

Peace and CraigsList happiness.

So I have gotten a bunch of responses, most of them nice. Although a lot of guys didn’t seem to get the whole “I will ignore all replies” without a photo thing. I only received 2 negative replies, and here they are, exactly as written:

From Steven:

“you say you will reject all replies without a photo and yet you think your so hott you don’t have to show a photo.. who’s more desperate.. the person responding to an add or the person who posts the add…”

Dear Steven,

It’s a good thing I made you mad because I can’t date anyone who spells “hot” with two “t”s- and AD is spelled like that. Also- I never said that writing or responding to personal ads makes anyone desperate. But thank you for making me laugh with your horrible spelling.

Love, Corrina

Next up:

From Jerry Lee:

“u sound like a bitch no wonder u are looking”

Yeah, I got nothing for that one. I’m actually surprised I didn’t get more of those. I expected a flood of hateful replies, but those were the only 2 guys who seemed to not like me one bit. Thankfully, I’ll live.

As for the rest of the replies… So far only two are considerable. The rest of them are VERY nice, but not for me. Some were also way below my age box which is a deal breaker. I’ll be taking down the ad tonight. Hopefully someone will write something mean before then so that I can post it.

Well, since the Boyfriend and I have broken up, I have come to realize that at some point I will have to get back out there and date again. I am in no hurry to do this. However, I am curious to see what’s out there.

As y’all who have read my blog before know, I am a big fan of CraigsList. I often read “Best Of” and I also read Missed Connections as well as the personals (both local and not). It’s often pretty interesting to see what people are seeking in a mate. Sometimes funny, sometimes gross, but mostly just interesting.

So, in the interest of social experimentation, and curiosity, I decided to write up my own ad and see what happened. (Note: I did not post a photo.) Since I have absolutely nothing to lose here, I was absolutely (almost ridiculously) honest and specific with my criteria. I am posting it here today. Following posts will contain what has come back to me.

So here’s what I posted:

I am not interested in trolling bars/clubs for men. I work nights anyway, so it’s not even a real option for me. I’ve never done the whole “Internet” thing before and I refuse to join one of those dating sites. So here’s me putting it out there and seeing what comes back.

Thank you for your time, gentlemen. I look forward to hearing from you.

I’ve already gotten several responses- most of them nice. And I do realize it’s one hell of a personal ad, but if you’re casting your line out there, wouldn’t you rather not catch a dorkfish?

Last month, I emailed a CraigsList post to my friend Christina, and then forgot about it. Today she emailed me back and I re-read it. Having the same reaction to it that I did a month ago (I laughed), here it is:

TO THE DRUNK HOTTIE WHO FELL OFF MY MOTORCYCLE
Date: 2007-11-07, 5:23AM PST

I met you at the bar last night, and we hit it off. Ya we were both a little buzzed, but you seemed as into me as I was into you. Things got to things, we made out a bit, and you ended up going home with me on the back of my motorcycle, which was awesome because that doesn’t usually happen to me. I luckily had the extra helmet with me and let you wear my bike jacket while suffering the cold on the way home. I was feeling pretty happy and lucky to say the least.

This is where things got crazy.

I don’t know if you slipped, or thought I was taking you home to kill you, or if your’re just plain crazy and had a change of heart, but all of a sudden you let go of me MID-TURN and went flying into the bushes at about 10-15mph near the park by my house. I was so freaked out!!! when I looked back to see you fumbling in the bushes I could only PRAY TO GOD that you didn’t hit the asphalt or something worse.

I really thought you must have been hurt at least a bit, but as I turned around to come check on you, you took off into the unlit park running full speed with my helmet and jacket still on! I parked my bike and looked for you for over 2 hours calling your name until I was so cold I had to go home or risk freezing to death.

WTF

Im sorry for what happened and I really hope your’re ok, really I do, but seriously WTF. Running into a forested park in the middle of the night like that….I really can’t begin to guess what you were thinking, and you weren’t that drunk, but i suppose my “crazy-bitch o’ meter” wasn’t working at the bar that night, and from the speed you took off I can only surmise that your’re not that hurt. I would like my expensive bike gear back though, I hope it kept you warm during your psychotic episode, but it IS mine and I kinda need it to get around in the winter. If you could return it to the bar for me, check in with your shrink, and promise to never come near me again that would be great, cause you scared the #*$% outta me and are costing me alot of money.

Sincerely,
Very cold/poor motorcycle rider who will never let women near his bike again.

Sometimes I like to head over to Craig’s List and read through the posts. My favorite section is Best Of. It’s often hilarious what people post for the world to see, and sometimes it’s really sweet. So this is the latest post I ran across that gave me warm fuzzies.

AN ANGEL IN THE POST OFFICE
Date: 2007-11-23, 10:55PM MST

This is one of the kindest things I’ve ever experienced. I have no way to know who sent it, but there is a kind soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service. Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:

Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.

Love, Meredith.

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:

Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I am wherever there is love.

Love, God