That the Internet opened a new frontier for sexual connections is old news. In fact, the new frontier is as settled as suburbia. But solo performer Jeffery Self has built a cute, short, and sometimes racy show about newer evolutions to online hookups through Craigslist, even though that upstart service is now a big-time mainstream enterprise.

Nevertheless, the young New Yorker has a series of amusing observations and experiences to share in My Life on the Craigslist, now at New Conservatory Theatre Center. The lean performer has an ingratiating style, not particularly polished, but bright enough to freshen stories not always as novel or dramatic as they might be.

Self begins by telling us of his limited sex life as a teenager in Rome – Rome, Georgia, that is. "When you meet another gay person in Rome," Self says, "you feel obligated to have sex with him because you don't know if you'll ever meet another gay person." But by age 19, he's a college dropout living in New York and looking for sex the old-fashioned way: in bookstores, bathrooms, and theater lobbies. He had dabbled in AOL personals, but the men-for-men section on Craigslist opened a new window. "On Craigslist, people are a lot more open to putting their crazy out there," he says.

Self describes a series of encounters that usually fly off track for one reason or another. "You know how when you wet the bed," he begins the story of one date, for which there is, unsurprisingly, no second date. A clogged toilet during a break in a three-way provides another scenario of comic desperation, which somehow allows him to invoke the scene in Fiddler on the Roof just before the ghost of Fruma-Sarah makes her entrance. He is not shy about revealing his preferred sexual position (bottom) in recounting a meeting with a muscular and slightly psychotic porn star. A segment about vampire sex feels contrived, as Self teases some devotees into writing creepy e-mails that he shares with us.

 The instantaneous nature of it all, as well as the ease of being an anonymous prick tease, is brought home in a scene in which Self reads the responses on his Blackberry to an ad he placed just before show time. I say "tease." Who knows, maybe Self will be wetting one of these respondents' beds before the night is over.

My Life on the Craigslist will run at New Conservatory Theatre Center through June 27. Tickets are $20-$28. Call 861-8972 or go to www.nctcsf.org.