I am addicted to the “Missed Connections” section of craigslist. It’s like a window into human behavior. So far, I’ve learned that guys in Boston are seeking blonde waitresses, hip asian girls and bookish redheads who aren’t paying any attention to them. I swear I learned this after I dyed my hair red.
Girls in Boston, on the other hand, are looking for a guy who knew their brother in college, and was talking about a book they read, at the bar they always go to. He is generally tall, and wearing some kind of a hat. None of this has much statistical relevance I’m sure. Except that if you’re trying to score a girl on craigslist, fellas, you better start walking around on stilts and know somebody who knows somebody.
What’s my point? I don’t even know that I have one. Except that I have a new Internet fad just about once a month these days, and a terribly addictive personality. Oh, also: I’m nosy.