Okay, here we go again.Okay, here we go again. From the author that brought you such stories as "Summer Intern" and "Skiing" comes a new story... As before, this story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and situations depicted below are figments of the author's imagination and any resemblance to real people, places, or situations is purely coincidental. The author also hereby disclaims any liability for damages to minors viewing this material. Any defects should be reported to the author, but the author is not liable for any consequential commercial damages. This story may be distributed freely, but please distribute only with the attached disclaimer. One final note: I'm trying something new here (at least new for me). I'm going to write two different versions of this story, one from each actor's perspective. Tell me how you like it... Okay, with that out of the way, on to the story... Personal Ad -- Jeff's Story I hung up the phone and just sat there. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of my brain, I was just beginning to realize that I had just answered a personal ad. Shit, was I this desperate? God, I hoped not. And I really didn't think I was. I had never read them with the intent of finding that "special someone...." I read them more out of curiosity than anything else. I always started off reading the "Women seeking Women" section. Like many other males, had a secret fantasy to be with two girls at once. Of course, I never expected my fantasy to take place, but it was still fun to dream, right? Then I paged back to the "Women seeking Men" section. I breezed through a few of them, getting a couple of good chuckles. Personal ads always remind me of the farcical ads placed with Opus on "Bloom County": "Single, sincere white female, 43, wishes to meet single, sincere, limber Eskimo who's into tattoos, bananas, gargling Windex, Barry Manilow inflatable dolls, cactus, sleeping with large tomatoes, and snake wrestling in Jell-o pudding." And, of course, the last line was: "No freaks."(*) As I was reading them, I noticed that the small, weekly newspaper that ran the personal ads was trying out a new system. |