Craigslist had its purpose back then, it made business trips more fun. He arrived, took me for a walk around the Coliseum and then, in my 5-star hotel room, he performed his final generoso-making me squirt all over the 400-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. I encountered one very nice young man who travelled all the way from Naples to Rome to meet me and show me around the city. I was in my mid-forties at the time, visiting Rome. While searching for an interior designer who wouldn’t cost me an arm and a leg, I discovered one who refused to charge me on the understanding she could showcase the work as a way of achieving her British Institute of Interior Design qualification.Īnd then there’s the sex stuff – mutually beneficial but for different reasons altogether.Įight years ago, before Tinder arrived on the scene and stole some of Craigslist’s thunder, Craigslist was an easy way to find local travel guides with special ‘perks’.
Recently I did use it for something mutually beneficial. Still I am loyal at least from time to time. I hate how finding those people often means having to wade through the dozens of imposters, con artists and fantasists who use the site. I love, well, its randomness, the way it always manages to turn up someone somewhere who can quash a bug on my website or make my PowerPoint presentations shine. I have a love/hate relationship with Craigslist, the American noticeboard with sections devoted to job, property, services and dating.
