Bozo the clown

After last week's dating misfire, I returned to the my old internet stomping grounds for a little more punishment. Apparently, I've been a very bad girl.

I posted a funny little ad on Criagslist last week. As I waded through the responses, no one caught my eye. I decided to reply to the best of the average, and that's why I talked to a clown last night.

This is a case of having too little information before giving someone your phone number. A post-number-giving google search made me laugh/cry. This guy freelances as a children's party clown! Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fortunately, I was surrounded by friends. Someone called the number to request pictures and references. (He sent pictures today!) Others made inappropriate and hysterical clown sex jokes.
He called last night and it lasted all of two minutes. (Insert joke here.) As much as I enjoy Eugene Levy as the father in American Pie, I can't date that guy. There was a brief chat about what we ate for dinner followed up by a poorly executed story involving dinner. After I asked Bozo how old he was (39-- not in my dating range), I informed him this wasn't going to happen. He quickly and politely ended the call.

What the h-e-double hockey sticks! People wonder why I'm already so specific in my ads, and now I have to add this to the list. So now I'm looking for a funny, smart, compassionate guy who wears deoderant, has friends, and is not a professional clown.