You can't escape your past

Well, sometimes.

So. I've had several occasions to be using craigslist for various things. Trying a little dating, hiring people to help me move, giving away and selling random things. (And no, I'm not going to mention the various freaks that have sent me rude messages. At least, I'm not going in to details.)

Even with emails to the personal ads, I've found that I still write in the Amazon.com style that was (apparently) embedded into my psyche. That is, emails always begin with one of the following:

Thank you for responding to my email.

I appreciate the time you took to respond.

Thank you for resending your photos.

And now, I have to think of some equally polite thing to write to a guy who I've emailed with a couple times, who finally sent his photo. A fine enough looking man -- just not for me.

I'm beginning to feel like I'm overly picky. Though, I know I won't be fully happy with less than what I desire. I went out with a guy on Friday, and while it was a nice date and he's a wonderful guy, it just wasn't perfect. We've agreed to work on being friends, and I truly hope that happens. (I'm actually a bit sad it isn't going to be more, because he is a great guy. But what can you do when you don't think they're the right match for you?)

Anyway. You may wonder why I brought that up. Well, it's a segue. Another guy responded to an ad I've placed, and he also works at Amazon.com. Though, I'm not going to meet him. Calling me at 11.42pm, kinda drunk, to have a First Chat: Not. So. Smart. He sounds like a former Frat Boy, and that's enough to make me run for the hills.

As a side note, I'm mostly writing about the dating stuff because it's far more interesting than me expounding on the intricacies of going through boxes, marvelling at the amount of random and useless junk I moved (Oh! A Twix wrapper! Oh! Clean paper napkins! Oh! Useless receipts! Oh! Dried up pens! (you get the idea)), repacking and moving said boxes. I move into my new place on Saturday, which I am rather excited about. It's a wonderful house, a great dog and the woman who owns the house seems pretty cool. And I finally get to unpack and have my Very Own Space! This thrills me in ways I don't have the right words for.

So, wish me luck avoiding spiders in the boxes, and in finding the right guy.

(I need to find my Turkish good luck eye.)