Happy Valentine’s Day. Or not. Whatevs, basically. Too much pressure, right??
Let’s play games instead.
GAME 1:
I saw this personal ad in the London Review of Books:
Nihilist seeks nothing.
Love that. It’s perfect. It’s witty. So it got me thinking and started a game at breakfast that I now invite you to join in.
The way it’s played: Take the name of a career, job, whatever (although one could argue that “nihilist” isn’t really a career; more of a hobby, maybe) — okay, hobby, too — and write a personal ad following the formula above.
Some examples we came up with at breakfast:
Actress seeks drama.
Stylist seeks groom.
Baker seeks cream puff.
Fireman seeks hottie.
Hairdresser seeks tease.
Get it? Of course you do! Lemme hear yours!! Ready? GO!
Lawyer seeks argument.
Hahaha! Brilliant!
Should be “fireman seeks flame,” shouldn’t it?
Chessplayer seeks mate.
I can only think of filth suddenly. I will try to clean it up.
Maggie May, that’s my problem, too!
This one might be O.K.–Guitarist seeks pick?
I have another one: Cashier seeks change.
Eh.
Singer seeks chorus.
Banker seeks Interest
Captain seeks first mate.
Fisherman seeks catch.
Veterinarian seeks pet.
Narcissist seeks self.
Hahahaha! These are all so great!
Mathematician seeks hot number.
Icthyologist seeks cold fish(?) LOL
Sam — HA!!