My name is Justin, and I’ve agreed to take over posting here at Casual Encounters. Let me start by sharing a bit of my story. I’m 27 and grew up here in the San Francisco (East Bay) area. I did so-so in high school and ended up dropping out of college during my sophomore year (a bit too drinking and carousing). I got a job as a server at a national family dining restaurant chain (surely you’ve eaten at one, but I won’t disclose which) and worked hard resulting in a promotion to manager last year. This area is quite expensive, and my $50,000 a year earnings hardly allowed me to live in the lap of luxury. However, I was getting by and was able to set aside just over $12,000 in savings — which was quite a difficult task. I’m ordinarily not very good with money — all i know how to do is spend it — so I just let my money sit in a savings account earning almost nothing in the form of interest.
Around 6 months ago, one of my best buddies from college (the little time I was there) approached me about a company he wanted to start. He was always a major software geek, and candidly, I still don’t understand anything about what he does. However, I did trust him and had confidence in his ability — so I said what the fuck and invested $10,000 with him figuring I wasn’t earning anything on it sitting in my savings account. To make a long story short, my buddy landed a major client and suddenly all sorts of large investors were interested in his company. I was shocked when one of these investors offered me over two million dollars for my shares, and even though my buddy told me I was getting screwed at that price — I jumped on it. Yes, I’m still pinching myself.
This was several weeks ago, and my first thought was to invest it for retirement and continue working hard at my job. That thought quickly evaporated, and after only two days of work after coming into this money I said fuck it and quit. I’ve decided to take a year off and do what I do best — party and chase pussy. You’re only young once, right? So I’ve agreed to share my exploits on Casual Encounters in order to create a record of my travels for posterity. Women of the world — look out — Justin is coming.
Ah, the morning after. Who knows what surprises it might bring? Farm animals? Strap-ons? Used rubbers? A beached whale? Lucky for us, we get to live all these wonderful things vicariously through the guy in this beer ad.
Best of all, we get to do it Godfather style. If you didn’t pick it up, this commercial is a take on a scene from the old movie. In the original, the scene starts out with a slow zoom in on a beautiful Hacienda mansion, where this old guy in nice pajamas wakes up with a bloody horse head in his bed and completely flips out. As a matter of fact, that scene is pretty funny in its own right, albeit unintentionally.
This time, we are in a frat house college party situation. It is actually done pretty well for a short commercial, especially the way they slowly reveal each item under the bed covers. You also have to love the accessories, including a pig, a bong, and a Cartman head on his swimsuit pinup. Mix in the Godfather music and the actor really selling the scream, and we have a winner, folks.
When things like this really happen, there are two types of people. There are those who file these experiences under casual encounters to forget. They keep it secret and never tell their friends. Then there are others, who make the best of it and get a kick out of having a funny story to tell. Which kind of person are you?
The polyamory lifestyle is nowhere near as sexy as I thought it would be. As the Boston Globe details in their long article, there’s plenty of normal well-respected, not spectacularly good-looking people who practice it. There’s more than just a few too–there are hundreds in just that town, so over the entire country there must be, like, thousands!
Casual Encounters wishes the previously-underground lifestylers out into the open and hopes for further erosion of the tyrannical ‘monogamy is right’ meme.
Casual Encounters Blog absolves itself of any responsibility for injuries incurred in the attempted imitation of any of these positions (especially the “Sylvia Plath”.)
Sounds like the perfect end to an evening of canapes, ballroom dancing, hat-tipping, and good-natured uvula-swallowing japery with the minor aristocracy over conditions in our sweatshops.
What not a lot of people know is that taking grainy penis photos for the casual encounters section of Craigslist is a true art form. Did you know that? I didn’t know that. Now I know that. And in a few short minutes, you will know it too.
P.S. Wanting to meet Mickey Rourke TOTALLY makes you gay. Just sayin’.
