"Master Seeks Slave," the headline read. It seemed simple enough, and I was curious and bored, so I clicked to see the description.
I trolled around craigslist occasionally to see what sort of things people were into. It was so much better than looking at classifieds in the newspaper because sometimes people were able to give very long descriptions, and just occasionally they became fantasies for me. It occurred to me, though, that no woman who was posting on craigslist could possibly be as beautiful as she described herself, and I thought that if I responded I would be talking to some pathetic loser who couldn't get a date outside the internet. The irony of my thinking they were losers for posting, when I would be the one responding, never occurred to me.