I just saw the following personal ad in The Village Voice:
SANE, SMART, SENSUOUS
GWM seeks same for days full of intellect
and nights full of passion. Be brilliant and
delightfully wicked.
Then, in tiny letters at the bottom, it said:
Also, must be born November 12, 1957.
So close, and yet so far.
Too bad you’re not sane, Faustus, or you’d make a perfect match. So close, as you said, and yet so far…
😉
Sounds exhausting….
Sanity is so overrated.
Wow…that’s just a little TOO specific…someone needs to consult a new astrologer!
that’s so genius.
Maybe this is simply a failed attempt to communicate his own “delightfully wicked” sense of humor?? Novemmber 12th is my birthday. weird. Though thirteen years later. But it probably wouldn’t work anyway, seeing as I am a chick and all.