"Sexy Redhead Seeks Mate, No Muggles Need Apply!"

I never cease to be completely baffled by people. I'm a people-watcher, an observer. I am constantly trying to understand why individuals behave the way they do, say the things they say, and more importantly, imbibe on the things they don't do and say. What are the internal motivating forces in each of us that somehow manifest themselves externally?

Being a cynic, it's impossible for me to accept anything or anyone at face value. Not only do I see blind acceptance as (generally) foolish, it's just not as fun or fulfilling as seeking out that which lies beyond the surface.

And so today, when a friend told me about some interesting online personal ads he came across on Craig's List, I was instantly intrigued. I went to said site, and to the "women seeking men" section where I was able to read about a "sexy redhead who is open to love!" I recommend checking out the below link, it is (in my estimation) a truly unbelievable piece of prose. Hopefully, it will still be available for your viewing pleasure.

http://portland.craigslist.org/w4m/35117345.html

Above all, I am utterly blown away by thought of actually meeting this ad's author. Can she be for real, I wonder? What place is she coming from that these words seem most pertinent to her finding a mate? What type of man would it take to read this and feel compelled to respond, rather than strangely self-conscious and inadequate? How can one's "energy" (as she refers to it) be accurately captured in a single email message or personal photograph?

Perhaps I am not as highly evolved as this mystery author, or perhaps I just have a knack for overanalyzation of the seemingly trivial. Possibly both. All is know is that at this moment I wish I were a single man somewhere around the age of 29 who could effortlessly convey the "energy" necessary to pique the interest of the Sexy Redhead. To converse with her over dinner or drinks in an attempt to understand the mental and emotional positions from which she operates would surely have the potential to make my week. Hell, my month even.

But until that happens or I can somehow talk one of my single male friends into wearing a "wire" and standing in for me, I am left to ponder...