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Love getting fuck by strangers from Craigslist, only problem where I live the w4m section is all working girls so any ad I post gets lost. The condom kills it for me, i get it, but it just lowers that "naughty" factor. You saved me and I wanted to explore the playa and you — but I was too out of it to articulate my true intentions. You're nonjudgmental, kind, with an open mind and hot I'll be in San Francisco next month or if you're still traveling come to Seattle and crash with me.
I may have what you've been looking for and there is plenty of Metal in town. I would love to join your snail crossing endeavors next year! Going out on a limb to connect in real life. If you don't know who you are yet, you were with a friend in a blue wig and blue tutu. She was wearing a blue wig and had eyes like the sun in the sky. We met at the temple dancing and singing on Saturday morning, walked over to the French Quarter together, and parted ways.
We made plans to meet up at Camp Mystic after the Man Burn and, well, you know how plans go on the playa You gave me a red feather and we walked to the Trash Fence where you told me about sky diving in. Thank you for stopping by my camp. I missed you by a minute. A tall blonde boy with a great smile, kind energy, a bicycle, and pink pants.
Wearing a black pantsuit with a furry vest and furry hat, likely hanging out with friends next to our grilled cheese cart. Were playing Sigur Ros. I told you about my falling out with a friend from Albuquerque, and that if you're around to meet her, you should be her friend. We shared a teeny kiss before you went to walk the perimeter of the fence and I headed back to camp with my homies.
These are the kinds of experiences that I believed need to stay on the Playa, but I'd love to meet you again and make you grilled cheese. You invited me to dance one morning and we did so and it was magical. You invited me to the white ball that evening but I did not find you because it was too crowded. And yet I still want to meet you. I hope you had a great trip home. You said you were leaving early. I named you Twelve.
I guess I passed out and woke up confused then ran away. I wish I had stayed and spent the rest of the burn with you. I wish I could remember where you were from. Hopefully that wasn't the last time I will see you. Also if you are Twelve give me some background details so I know it's really you. I was with a couple friends who noticed. You had a purple was it blue?
We descended upon you and embraced and comforted you. We ended up back at your camp in a delirious state of sleep deprivation and substance come-down. You made us bacon and eggs and we lay down for a nap that became a bit of a sticky triangle. My friend, being the more aggressive of the two of us, rose to claim you.
But I felt our connection perhaps it was only in my head? But I felt desperate to find you again. She pointed out that she saw you first that she had actually met you at a festival previously and that meant she had dibs. I don't believe in dibs, I believe in fate and cosmic convergence.
She then lectured me about not letting dudes get between our friendship and that there were plenty of men on the playa. It was the most magnetic connection I had experienced on the playa. I try to make this make sense to her but she insisted I let it go. So, as the honest and true friend I am, I let you go.
But I thought about you and hoped for a serendipitous meeting on the playa. She said she had, and sort of passed it off like it was no big deal. Then she very casually said, you can go see him if you want, I don't care. I went back to your neighborhood but couldn't remember exactly where. I rode up and down your streets searching. I did this everyday.
Still, I could not find you. Must not have been meant to be. Also, I know how it is out there. When we met, that was all the feelings and connections of that moment, and the moment changes along with those emotions. I'm accepting of this. I remember you saying you lived in Oakland. I remember your playa name being fruit salad. I remember your hands, and all your bracelets, I remember your brown eyes, with their tears and their intensity.
These are the only details I can recall to help me find you. Perhaps an acquaintance will. If not, this is my closure. At least I tried. Farewell my beautiful connection. We met over by the big light up orb...