My Obsession With Missed Connections

Guy with glasses on Howard - missed you again... - w4m - 28 (financial district)


Date: 2011-12-29, 12:28PM

We walked past each other again on Howard street around noon. I wasn't paying attention until just as you walked past. By the time my eyes caught up to my brain you were at the end of the street. I don't think you recognized me with my hair tied back.



You - tall, dark kinda shaggy hair, glasses. Kinda look like John Oliver from "The Daily Show"


Me - tallish, slim brunette also in glasses (or lately sunglasses), usually wearing headphones who runs into you on muni or walking during lunch.



One of these days I'm going to stop you in your tracks and introduce myself. Hopefully we can do more than smile. Happy New Year!


Yes, I'll admit it - this is something I’ve actually posted on Craigslist’s “Missed Connections”. It's actually a three-parter about this elusive guy I’ve been seeing around the city for six months (one day his time in here will come *evil laugh*). So far, only douchebags from South City have responded (I fully believe there are desperate men who do nothing but respond to every woman who writes on Missed Connections just in case they can trick a bitch). Anyone who hangs out on Craigslist long enough eventually stumbles onto this site and if you ride Muni don't try to pretend you don't look for a description of someone looking for you, even if you have to stretch your definition of "you" (was I wearing orange pants that day? Hey, I have brown hair!)

I have faith (misguided?) that this medium could and does work occasionally. Hell, I've had one written about me a few years ago from a cute lumberjack-looking guy who worked at the Starfucks I frequented at the time (still so pissed that I wasn't smart enough to save the link). We even had a cute awkward date that I ditched two hours of work to go on (that was a loooooong fucking coffee break). I'm pretty sure that guy got caught selling prescription meds and went to jail but that's not the point. We know people, who get coffee from people who you ride Muni with who may be able to say, "Hey, I totally know who this chick is looking for - it's my cubicle mate!" Then I get a (detailed) response to my posting from my sexy nerd and we can go drink coffee, compare glasses and have drunken sex while watching Battlestar Galactica bitch about Muni. Ahhhh, youngish love. 

So while I don't often show any romantic inclinations, this is one I have to support. Because in the middle of random dick pics, one-night stands publicly verbally sparring about which one gave them an STD and a 22 year-old emo guy posting about his boyfriend 500 times - that good-looking person who held the door of the train open for you to run through, could be looking for you.

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