The Want Ad - Pandora's Box

This is addressed to all the people who answered or may be thinking of

answering the personal ad I placed in Volume 2, Number 15 of this newspaper two

weeks ago Friday

First: my apologies to the huge bartender with the voice and the light-hearted,

dark-skinned advertising man.

If either of you had called me back,

I might not be writing this retraction of my ad, even though I will soon be

too busy to date much, but why didn’t you call back?

But to the others…

Which include the two terrifying sisters, the under-18s and the over-60s,

the numerous ones who dialed my number and hung up as soon as I said «hello»,

the thirty-five or forty of you who made dates with me and never showed up,

including the one who complained his body was so powerful he couldn’t control

it anymore, the desperate wife-seekers, the already-married, the one who was so

one-sided that he could think of nothing but sex, and then have the gall to ask

me if his nationality was the reason I wouldn’t sleep with him!

The many who couldn’t get it up when I was agreeable and the many who could and

did when I was not, the pleasant young foreigner who turned out to be the

private property of his gigantic girlfriend, the ones who were so grotesque in

their appearance, that I couldn’t possibly get past their faces to even

consider a relationship with them, especially sexual!

The sharks, and the geeks, and the sadists, the latter category which I had

specifically stated I didn’t want!

And the ones who wanted endlessly dirty talk,

the ones who wanted to be punished, the ones who could only boast about the

size of their bank-rolls and/or their equipment, and this definitely includes

the teacher who said: «All the kids want my stuff!»

The businessman who had an

adjective for every letter of his last name: «R is for Rich», the ones (and

there were many) who said: «my name is so and so, and so how far do you go?»

The 300-pound lady judge who screamed abuse at me, the transvestite who wanted

me to support him, the numerous young studs who had nothing to offer besides

the negative results of their goddamn blood tests!

The diminutive actor and the

other short ones, the astronomer who cried like a baby and said he had been

betrayed by every star he ever knew, the fanatic priest who wanted me to

confess to things I’d never even dreamed of!

The worn-out soldiers, the burned-out poets, the pumped-up jocks and the

used-up kids, the racists!

Including the one at whose place I left my white

sweater, and I’d rather cut off my right thumb than go back for it!

The drunks, junkies, crack- and coke-heads, the multitude of liars and

especially the nice ones who never called back!

To all of you I say, just forget my phone number!

I don’t need all the hassles!

I’ll be starting school next month and I just don’t want to be bothered.

Don’t hold your breath, any of you…

Sincerely, the underweight platinum blonde

Have a nice day