“We'll bake that right up for you”

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You may have noticed that here at DealBreaker, we like to bring people together. Nothing makes us happier than to help two lonely analysts find romance. We usually make our matches based on perceived chemistry among strangers we can’t even vouch for in the comments section*, though occasionally we’ll receive an email from Tom Hudson requesting his weekly ration of skanky poon, and send Rhonda Blarney his way. Today we were forwarded a desperate plea love in the form of a Craigslist Missed Connection. There’s no name attached, but it is obviously from Jimmy Cayne.
*And hope no one ends up in a body bag.

best of craigslist > ann arbor > To The Stoner Who Works At Cottage Inn Pizza
Date: 2007-09-18, 11:30AM EDT
You: the guy who answers the phone at cottage inn pizza
Me: Hungry and stoned out of my gourd
I called you from my cell phone but had completely forgot who I was calling by the time you answered the phone. Of course, you were also baked to bajeezus and forgot to tell me that I had called Cottage Inn.
When you answered and said, “Whatsup?” I thought about it, and after a 20 second pause I told you that was hungry. You suggested I try a pizza, and I agreed that it was probably a good idea.
Then I asked you if you sold pizza and you said that you could make me one. I said I wanted anchovies and something else on my pizza. You asked me what that something else was.
We spent five minutes listing toppings until we figured out that I was trying to remember how to say: “Sun dried Tomatoes.” When you said: “We'll bake that right up for you,” we both started laughing uncontrollably.
It was the best pizza I ever had; I just wanted to thank you for helping me out.

As everyone knows, Jimmy Cayne plays in the North American Bridge Championship in Detroit each year in March. What you may not know, is that J-Cay also devotes a week each month to performing a dry-run of the tournament, and stays in Ann Arbor, to the amusement of the U of M students who are amused by the sight of an old hippie playing a game of Naked 3-card Monte and staring at Magic Eye posters in their common room. This last September was no exception. What went unnoticed at the time, however, were the sparks that flew when JC placed a call for some pizza. Though it’s not an unusual occurrence for him to get high and order food (at the expense of BSC shareholders), it’s rare for J-Cay to think beyond the munchies, and feel the stirring desire to want to fuck the guy who prepared his snacks. Stoner who works at Cottage Inn Pizza—I don’t know if you read DealBreaker but if you do, I implore you to get in touch. 203 890 2000. A man's heart is on the line.

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