I knocked on the thick wooden door, not quite knowing what to expect. I'd been around the block often enough that I skipped the "let's meet for drinks and see if we all click" stage of things. This was a sign, like many things, of general craigslist bullshit. If it's going to happen, it's going to happen. Of course, I wasn't stupid. I had my pepper spray in my clutch and I unconsciously traced its shape as I waited for a response.
A few hours ago, I'd posted to craigslist casual encounters looking for something specific. A detailed account of my interaction with a hot passionate couple, where I'd be fully engaged with a warming glass of wine but with their encounter as a backdrop for my relaxation. I'd received numerous responses, three of which were head and shoulders above the crowd. I'd replied to perhaps a dozen in a loose and flirty way, idly hoping for some magic and getting myself in the playful mood that such a meeting would require. After some back and forth, I settled on a rambunctious couple, partially out of convenience and partially because their pictures were damn hot. I'd gladly throw down with the guy or trade bodies with the girl.