OUCH!

On Thursday earlier this week, I went to a used book store to trade some of my books. The first store I went to refused to take any of my books which really made me wonder how they stay in business. The point, IMHO, of a used book store is to take all books from customers so you can keep a nice variety of books. Of course, at that point I realized that there was a reason said bookstore never has any of the books I am looking for.

Anyway, I went to another used bookstore in the area to try to unload my books. They were much more friendly and took all of my books without question. Needless to say, I will not be returning to the first bookstore, but the second.

So while I was at the second bookstore, browsing the aisles for some new books, a man walked into the shop and began making comments about my car. I overheard him and debated whether or not to make my identity known as the owner. Once I heard the passion in his voice about the car, I figured I might as well seeing as I love cars probably as much as he does.

We ended up talking for a long while and considering that I am single and he was apparently single, maybe he would ask me for my number. Well, he didn't which made me feel sort of sad, but you never know. At this point in my life, anything is possible. He might have been afraid to or who knows.

I came home later that day feeling really good about the whole incident. So good in fact, that I decided to write a missed connection W4M on craigslist. I figured maybe if I put out a good positive vibe that maybe he would read it and who knows. This is what I posted:

Thank god for my car. 02 Audi TT, dark blue. Had it not been for her, we never would have spoken...but you had to comment on her as you were walking into Don's paperbooks store. I was in the back of the store and I just happened to hear you. I almost didn't respond to you, but I couldn't help myself. I love my car.
Anyway...we ended up talking for a good 30 minutes about my car, and then your car, 02 BMW 530i. I enjoyed listening to you so much that at some point in our conversation, I forgot how to talk. You're tall (I like tall men). You knew what you were talking about (I like smart men) You are hot...need I say more.
I was hoping you would ask me for my number, but you didn't. Maybe you were paying attention when I gave the salesman my name. I hope you were. I'd really love to talk to you again and drive your car (and maybe you too perhaps!)

For three days, I got no responses to my advert until this morning when I found this lovely tidbit in my mailbox:

You pathetic fucking cunt you---as wrapped up in fucking cars as you are you should go see a shrink! You are a pathetic fucking narcissist, and should be ashamed of yourself for pulling that goddamned stunt, you BITCH! Don't you ever presume to think that you are the least bit attractive you fucking old crow! Kackle and scream at the glitter you chase you worthless asshole! You are a disgrace!

At first I thought this was a joke and maybe it is, but still. OUCH! What an ugly email to write to someone you've never met or seen. The funniest part of the email is that it came from anonymous remailer ecn.org. Whoever wanted to flame me is such a pussy that they wouldn't even do it from their own email!! Isn't that amazing?

So I sat here and reread it a few times. Wow was all I could think. Really, wow. I put out something good and happy and some poor pathetic loser has to write me back something so ugly and negative that it stunned me. I wrote the idiot back something to the tune of "way to go! So spineless that you have to flame me anonymously"

Ya know, when I want to tell someone off (which isn't often) I want to make damn sure they know who is telling them off. I don't do it anonymously.

And another thing, it's freaking craigslist for pete's sake. I don't know what I was thinking by posting there. After a bit of pondering, I deleted my post.

At this point, I hope that person who wrote me that lovely email is happy and healthy and can find a new way to express their obvious frustration with their life in a more productive and positive way. I feel sorry for them that they feel they have to attack people anonymously because they are so unhappy.

That's all for this morning.