Stories like that don’t happen, though, do they? / m4w / 28 (Union Square)
This Missed Connection was inspired by Sophie Blackall’s lovely new book, Missed Connections: Love, Lost and Found.
I don’t know where to begin. I want to say it was magic. I want to say you were in a bear costume or were on a bike shaped like a swan. If I close my eyes, I can almost see that—as if someone has illustrated just that scene. Stories like that don’t happen, though, do they?
Tell me they do.
I’m no different from anyone else. I look here daily. I look here to kill time at work. I look to imagine the scenarios and moments of others. I also look for someone looking for me, though secretly I don’t believe I will find myself, and also I hold the belief that once you have found your missed connection, it is all downhill from there. I want to find faith in others looking for each other—and not just the “you bought me and my friends a drink at an anonymous bar” types, but, you know, something a little more romantic, or something uncanny in how, in a city of millions of characters, there is bound to be a story starting somewhere.
Tell me there is.
via Brett Fletcher Lauer
Actual Responses to the Ad:
I look everyday, wondering if someone feels like I got away :) Oh well…we can’t all be the “cute hipster girl reading pride and prejudice and zombies on the G train”. But sometimes i’d like to think when I catch a guy stealing glances that the universe is setting up a moment that will ensure that I will stick in his mind for at least an hour ;)
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I read missed connections too, for entertainment, and for the slim chance someone spotted me on the train and thought I was the most beautiful thing in the world. They are like little love stories.
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Married Older Thinking about an affair.
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Of course they do. I was in the bear costume, and it was you who were on the bike shaped like a swan!!
You wouldn’t happen to wear a pair of dark grey chucks would you?
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I hope they do and I hope there is too.
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I wasn’t in a bear costume and unfortunately I don’t own a bike shaped like a swan, but I agree with every word you said. Faith in humanity is a strange thing isn’t it? How in a city, like you said, of millions can it be so difficult to hold onto that faith?
I can’t promise you that stories like that exist but I can assure you that I exist.
Walt Whitman said it best…
Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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Haha, I hear you. My brain is starting to rot from paper work, so I peruse the Craigslist missed connections. Why? Well, I could go for the men for women, and be disgusted by ads without even clicking them. I could check out the platonic section and see “join for free today!” So, I guess I opt out for missed connections do I develop some faith that people actually have reactions and emotions towards others outside of the bar. But then you figure in the “missed connections” part and so what the hell. Buck up and go after them the first time! I moved here a month ago, and so I hear you. But its nyc, there’s got to be some normal, non homicidal, young professionals right? :) fingers crossed.
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i reconnected with someone on here that i spoke to once, because i too looked to kill time at work. i thought i would go for it — the one written about me. the guy ended up being tragically boring. what a cliché. “romance is dead”
i still read them.