We agreed to disagree about them and focus our relationship on other areas. For a little fun and variety, I wrote a takeoff on the generic personals style: That one always got a number of amused responses whenever I ran it (none of them fat or ugly), including a Belgian photographer who remains a friend to this day.In some of my later ads I resumed my initial focus on classic literature.So I almost always focused on doing my own ads rather than responding to others.
Then we went back to my place for champagne, grass, dancing, and the beginning of a brief but fun affair.
(As it happened, she was married, but their relationship was open to affairs.) That encounter was, of course, quite untypical.
Presumably they were getting lots of other responses and I was being drowned out by the competition; whereas the women responding to my ad had gone to some trouble to communicate specifically with me (even if they may have also responded to a few others).
Also, my response to an ad was going only to that one person, whereas my ad was potentially being read by hundreds or even thousands of people.
One responder turned out to be the ex-girlfriend of one of my cousins (I hadnt seen her in years, but we saw each other regularly for a while and have been in touch on and off ever since that time).
Others included a Japanese yoga teacher whom Id seen at Zen retreats and a well-known folk musician whom I had seen numerous times at the Freight & Salvage and other local venues.I said that the next evening at a certain time I would be in a Berkeley movie theater where an old Hitchcock film was showing.I would be off to the left side, away from the main audience (it was a large theater with mostly empty seats), and she should come there and sit down next to me. During our whispered conversation I brought out a small flashlight and showed her a few of our situationist-style leaflets from the early 1970s, notably including the Great Moments in the Void Trading Cards, which she loved.She was nice and I saw her a couple more times, but in reality we had almost nothing in common beyond the fact that she had once been to France and had read one of Stendhals novels in college.One of the other responses, a week or so later, proved to be more interesting.For example: French translator, folk musician, tennis player, rock climber, skeptical Zen Buddhist and mild-mannered enemy of the state seeks literate, magnanimous, venturesome and intellectually alive companion to explore the tragicomedies of life.