Now, despite her wrinkles and middle-age spread, she "dates" a multitude of guys. "We don't go places together; they sometimes buy lunch but just as often they don't. Actually, that's a euphemism; we have sex." With a lover whose bad back has him on the injured reserve list, Anna knows what to do: click on "Casual Encounters" and start the e-mail banter that almost always leads to a meeting.
"I don't have a boyfriend," she says, "I have a team roster."Lily and Anna are not our real names, but then you probably knew that was coming.
Our adventures have included the hot, the not-so-hot, and some potential hook-ups that never even got off the ground.
There were memorable ones, like Lily's first date, which ended at a.m. Or the ex-con who went down on Anna for an hour straight.
Those adventures have spanned 10 counties and four states and involved roughly 45,000 e-mailed words, 27 phone calls, 36 face-to-face initial dates and 13 actual lovers -- and re-aggravated our carpal tunnel syndrome from all the typing.
(Three lovers told Lily the potty-mouthed comedian was their "fantasy fuck.")2) With ads for people over forty, add at least five years and ten pounds to the photo.
Emerging from a stale and sexless marriage, she would do things her way this time around.
Lily turned to the free Craigslist personals because didn't want to spend any money getting laid. She was open to every person and every experience -- even Republicans, as long as they could kiss.
Virtually everyone on Craigslist lies about something: their name, their age, their weight, their marital status, maybe even their penis or bra size.
For the purposes of this story, we have changed everyone's names to protect their privacy.