His spelling might be a little off, but his heart seems to be in the right place. (We're guessing he Googled phlebotomist for the spelling, but figured he knew how to spell cracker...)
It seems as though some people have progressed so far past writing love letters on paper that they're posting them on Craigslist. Who needs privacy anyway?
Get ahold of the guy, woman who works at the cleaners on Rawson St. behind the gas station. He might not have actually talked to you, but he paid enough attention to know what you bought at the gas station.