sausage fest in cougartown

So, lately I’ve been working on getting back into writing poetry and prose again, and maybe stepping away from these kinds of posts.  We’ll see if I can get them to co-exist in my brain.  It’s just that I’m getting more and more intent on trying to finish the book I’ve been writing for like ten years, and sometimes I feel like I’ve been purposefully procrastinating.  This is part of that procrastination, but maybe it’s a necessary outlet?  I don’t know.  What I do know, is that it’s nice to finally start going out and reading my stuff in front of people again.  I’m getting pretty good reactions and meeting new people (you know, networking) who are part of the poetry community and learning that there are all these real contests and places to submit works that I hadn’t known about previously.  And there are cash prizes, as well as speaking engagements.  So, I’ve been setting about working up to reading some polished pieces that I can hopefully start getting better at, and then when I feel comfortable enough, I can perhaps start reading in the city again.  For now, I’m content to read on this particular sandbar until I get my confidence back completely.

In the meantime, I’m going to delve into this week’s installment with a fairly recent post.  From this past summer, and it’s safe to say that now that this lady doesn’t have an account (or at least not THIS account), I won’t get a reply a year from now.  In fact, there is very little I can say about this particular message, because, frankly, this is the kind of message that makes women delete their accounts.  I admit my guilt in this most public of platforms.  It was summer, I was drunk and lonely.  At least I wasn’t caught naked with a bowl of Jello.    But I digress (as I usually do).  I’m just going to get on with it and present you with a crude message I sent from my phone.  Pretty self-explanatory.  And for those of you who have self-respect, I apologize.  And re-reading it, I admit it doesn’t really make any sense, either.  Oh well.

Sent to PaperTiger75
Aug 18, 2012 – 12:03am
Sorry, PaperTiger75 no longer has an account.

This is a horrible first impression to make, but I’m at last call in setauket for a friend’s birthday dealy and it’s like a sausage fest in cougartown and I browsed the locals on okc and you looked like someone I wished was here.


Sent from the OkCupid app

this is gonna sound weird

Here we go with today’s bonus entry, since the preceding one was kinda lame.  This one is brief, but is full of the entertainment value you’ve come to expect from my letters.

If this young lady is the same person I thought she was, she was actually at a lot of the same LI punk shows as me and was friends with some acquaintances of mine.  Somehow, I never seemed to bump into her in Brooklyn.   I think I scared her.  If you read this, sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to be creepy.  Just friendly.  And I said it might sound weird!

[It’s at this point I am starting to think that OkCupid’s “Icebreakers” program is basically just looking for words that start with the letter “S” in them.  Don’t believe me?  “I think you both like sushi, one crazy summer, spoon, spaceballs, and the shins.”  It has mentioned sushi, Spaceballs and the Shins multiple times.  These can’t be the only things I have in common with these women!]

this is gonna sound weird
Sent to ilike_things
23% Enemy 76% Friend 75% Match
Aug. 11, 2008 – 1:34am

but I think i used to come across your profile on myspace/friendster or whatever (and maybe some shows back on the island) and I always thought you were cute, but never had the nerve to message you.

although i’m sure you’re not on here to look for other refugees from LI.

but if you ever wanna hang out at Barcade or wherever, I play a mean Q-Bert.