“I’m a really bad dater,” says the 26-year old woman at Cafe Du Soleil, "which is why I resorted to putting up fliers.” She's only talking on the condition of anonymity—so let's call her Bridget Jones. Jones is behind a series of fliers that have gone up in the last month advertising—not dog walking, babysitting, or guitar lessons—dates.
No, it's not an art project. Yes, she's serious. And, no, she's not a serial killer. She really is looking for love—by putting up posters.
It all started from a moment of clarity Jones had while listening to the Etta James song “Sunday Kind of Love.” Her last relationship had just fizzled out, and revisiting the dating world was unbearable. “I’ve been looking for love for three years,” she laments. “I want to meet them and just know.” Meaning, she wants to skip all the BS of first dates (What do you do for a living? Do you have roommates?) and ascend to a higher understanding of what her prospective lover wants out of life, immediately. The solution was obvious: fliers.
The fliers, which are all over the Lower Haight and surrounding neighborhoods, begin with “Looking for” and then set out what Jones wants in a partner—for example someone who “isn’t scared to call,” “feels it all,” or “will let me eat the last cheez-it.” Interested passers-by may rip-off her contact information. It's a city of risk-takers—so they have. Jones has been doing this for a month, and so far she’s received more than 100 phone calls and text messages, and 30 voicemails, ranging in tone from the painfully honest to the crude. Jones has responded to a few messages but hasn't met any of the interested suitors in person. Jones once posted a flier that read “looking for someone to have hapa babies with," and “One older gentleman from Japan called saying he was looking for a woman to continue his cultural heritage with,” Jones said. “It was very serious, and it caught me off guard. I was like ‘woah, this guy’s actually looking to have babies.’”
Last week, Jones went even bigger, commissioning her friend, artist Matthew Wyne, to paint a 400-square foot mural version of her fliers on the corner of Pierce and Haight Streets. (Okay, so it's a little bit of an art project too.) On the plus side, the mural commands greater attention than Jones’ feeble fliers. Unfortunately, the phone number on the mural was written incorrectly. It actually belongs to an unlucky woman named Monica. Wyne corrected the mural on Tuesday, and Jones has since apologized to Monica for the sudden surge of unexplained phone calls.
No word if Monica has taken out any of those suitors.