For my 30th birthday, a friend sent me tickets to a David Sedaris reading. I couldn't think of any better bait for the kind of man I want -- intelligent, sense of humor, hopefully not gay.

Friends tried to convince me to use other things as bait and take them to the reading instead. (Like what, my feminine charms? Have you seen my bodice? The cup doth not exactly runneth over.)

But I persisted and cast my line, complete with David Sedaris lure, into the murky depths of the Craigslist "Women for men" section.


Click here to read what she reeled in ...


Filtering (and a possible dunk in Clorox) is essential any time you trawl the Internet to find a date or a mate. But one could argue that if you meet someone while roaming the dog park or the grocery store, you have no way of culling the poor spellers.

After a false start in the form of a still-married man, I found a likely prospect. He was of the tall, dark and handsome variety, which I consider a distinct bonus. Wanting only funny and intelligent and ending up with all that and cute is like renting a two-door Ford Escort and getting upgraded to a Porsche.

Off to David Sedaris we went. There, predictably, we laughed so hard there was danger of spleen rupture. And when Mr. Sedaris read an entire piece about condoms and olive oil, it may or may not have foreshadowed the portion of the evening where I realized I forgot to buy some. Condoms, that is. I had plenty of olive oil.