Craigslist

I hadn’t seen the movie, but I placed an ad James Spader might have written — in the “Erotic Services” section of CraigsList.

Standing on a street corner, waiting for a woman who would never come, I finally saw just how far I’d fallen.

I catfished Craigslist to win a bet with L. It worked, sort of.

Two hundred messages, one reply, and she probably wasn’t even a she.

Seven sexual wishes for the new year — some more likely than others.

Thursday, I’ll fuck L. Between now and then is one of the best parts of our relationship: the hard-on I can conjure almost instantly by imagining the possibilities. Here’s what I’m thinking: 1) Straightforward, traditional hotel-room romp.2) Give her the reins –…

Our plan:  go to a panel discussion on the representation of sex in “Mad Men,” conducted by a bunch of psychoanalysts; then, meet M and J, an Upper East Side couple who responded to a CraigsList ad; and then, go…