Oh, crumbs. Craigslist.

Oh, I become so vexed by Craigslist. What a cluster, at best. It's a free-for-all mishmosh of everything anyone wants to advertise, all thrown together with nary a thought for organization and certainly NO concern for quality control. Ad after ad I scroll through, looking for anything feasible that isn't clearly fraud...there are not many items worth perusing. It's amazing how many times I've gotten responses to my emails that consist of:

"Yes, the rent is so low because I will be moving to Nigeria to do missionary work, and need someone to keep my parquet floors in pristine condition. Now, please give me all your personal information and I will get back to you."

Great. Let me just write down my social security number, and, hell, why don't I just mail you all my credit cards? Awesome, glad we worked that out.

I did find some plausible options. Thankfully. Some nice yoga people, a couple of gay men.

But then, naturally, I am reminded where I am by one or two creepy creepy versions of:

"Well, I'm 43, looking preferably for a female roommate...nothing shady! Purely platonic!"

Ugh.

Maybe I should just skip Craigslist altogether and stand on a corner in Rockefeller Center with a sign that says "I'm nice. If you let me live in your extra room I promise I won't eat your cat". I could wear a spinny bowtie and blast "Born in the USA" to attract the attention of the highest quality people possible. It'll probably bring in more legit responses than I've gotten...on Craigslist.