So, Charleston doesn’t have these fun ads for people who see people whom they want to see again but fear they may never see again. I think my calling could be to start an independent weekly in this town, á la the Willamette Week or the Mercury. (I mean, I’m sorry, but Graffiti and “The Gazz” just don’t cut it.) My snarkiness and lack of concern for actual journalism is probably better suited to a Mercury-style weekly.
Anyway, if such a weekly existed, tonight I would place an ad in the back pages that read:
You: curly-haired indie boy at Sam’s in grey hoodie w/ friends on Saturday night. Me: curly-haired redhead dying to get away from boring cohorts. After several exchanged glances, sadly, I had to leave. Perhaps we’ll meet again and you can indie-rock my world.
You know, those “I Saw U” ads are a little sad, if you think about it. I mean, I don’t fault anyone for creating one. Hey – they don’t call it a last-ditch effort for nothing, right?
(And they don’t tell you not to blog under the influence for nothing, right?)
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