Strange things are afoot in the Missed Connections section this week. The cooling of the weather seems to have turned people emotional, even though some of them go to great lengths to hide it. Morrissey quotes, lengthy heartfelt apologies, and cries for understanding from an apathetic world dominated the tone of this week’s missives.
Strange things are afoot in the Missed Connections section this week. The cooling of the weather seems to have turned people emotional, even though some of them go to great lengths to hide it. Morrissey quotes, lengthy heartfelt apologies, and cries for understanding from an apathetic world dominated the tone of this week’s missives. On the other hand, some resorted to actual Morse code to avoid spelling out their feelings clearly. And some people were going out like T-Pain and falling in love with strippers. (Don’t y’all know that never ends well?)
And then there were the despicable interlopers tainting the spirit of the Missed Connections section: a stealth ad for a third-party app, disguising itself as the most hipster MC post ever. If you don’t believe it’s an ad, check out its identical counterparts from other cities around the country. Get this garbage out of the Missed Connections, people! Buy an ad like everyone else!
As for the rest of you, we wish you love and happiness… or at least that your apologies are accepted.
the dream of the nineties… – w4w – 19 (carytown)
… was half-alive on the half-empty dance floor. i’m glad you kissed me because i wanted to kiss you and shit was getting tense; it was so distracting that i don’t even remember the songs that played once it started happening. think you said it was ke$ha. i remember you asking me later in your bed how i couldn’t know i was beautiful. still don’t know how to answer that question.
i’m mad we actually didn’t piss on those dumbfuck confederate monuments.
the queen is dead – w4m
if there’s a next time, i hope you’ll let me sleep in your bed. nothing more, nothing less.
8 (our heart and souls)
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YESTERDAY MARKS 8 MONTHS SINCE WE FIRST SPOKE. WE SHOULD NOT SPEAK OUR FEELINGS, THEY SHOULD BE SHOWN THROUGH ACTION.
Police officer in Rite Aid this morning (Rite Aid)
You were so sexy standing there in your uniform. I wanted to just get on top of you and kiss you right there. Then you went across the street to scare off the bad guys. I want to meet you and have fun with you cutie.
freeballing in sheetz – m4m (CH)
Soo, if youre going to freeball you cant get shy when someone notices. Don’t hide it, show it off. Its all in good fun.
Whiskey shots at Balliceaux – m4w – 26 (RVA)
I was surprised when I heard you order shots of whiskey and even more surprised when I saw you and your friend take them like professionals.
I just wanted to say to keep up the good work. There aren’t very many women who can handle their better liquor. That and if you ever need a partner for shots, I’m definitely down.
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DO NOT TALK ABOUT FEELINGS
FEELINGS ARE THERE
It’s Cathartic – w4m – 21 (richmond)
age : 21 body : athletic height : 5’2″ (157cm)
I’m bored. Would someone please show me something other then my own escapism. New words perhaps??
Am I intimating to dudes I like or just creepy?Am I actually a bitch to everyone else or just shy? Am I a born tease that can’t do anything farther then that, or am i just insecure when the chase comes to an end?
I’m fucking SoooOOOoooo bored.
I would wish Richmond was a more dynamic city but self pity has been out played.
Someone please suggest something new before I suffocate.
Beautiful Blonde At Paper Moon – m4w (Midlotian)
We talked for a while last Sunday and really hit it off..
You told me how you always browse the “Missed Connections” part of craigslist when you are bored at home and thought it might be nice to leave you something special on here.
I never got to ask you for the special dance (I am to shy) so i was hoping of maybe a rain check?
Anyways I would love to talk sometime and get to know you more.
Respond back if you want to talk.
If this is you please tell me what else we talked about that night.
Hope to hear from you soon!
To my favorite bartender and one of my favorite people – m4w (Short Pump)
I’m embarrassed. I am embarrassed by how I acted yesterday. And in some ways I feel like a doucheturd, but in another way, I just can’t help it.
I didn’t intend for this to happen. I genuinely love where you work. The food, the drinks, the service. And not just you. Everyone. Love the fucking place.
And here’s thing.. I’m not a dimwitted shitbag. I know the deal. And I am and have been cool with it. I don’t have, and never have had, any intention of chasing you or coming in between you and your boyfriend. I know that your coworkers think I am. And after yesterday you may think so, because I was way more drunk than I thought and have a tendency to spew whatever bullshit comes to my head when I am.
But there is a reason for that. It’s because you’re fucking badass as fuck. And the things that were coming to my head were just how fucking badass you are. I mean… I’ve known you are badass for a while. But it really sunk in yesterday. I mean, first of all.. your sense of humor and vocabulary is almost a mirror image of mine. You change your own oil in your old, beater truck. You are a real sports fan. Like a real, passionate fan..m of my favorite fucking team. You use words like “turd” and “dank”. And “shitbag”. You don’t wear a purse. You pimp your blue and orange, and midnight green. You drink fucking Jameson. And you’re adorably attractive.. but that’s not even the thing. Lots of girls are pretty. That’s not special. But you’re fucking special. That’s why all your coworkers flirt with you and why I couldn’t keep my words to myself yesterday.
But don’t get it twisted. I am not trying to do anything more than be your customer/friend. I’m not dumb. You have a boyfriend and you guys are serious. I’m not a piece of shit. I’m not trying to mess with that. At all. I honestly value the shit out of your friendship. I could watch Eagles games with you, eat homemade Red Lobster biscuits in cheese dip, and high five the fuck out of you all the time. I could take shots and talk about doucheturd Cowboys fans. I wouldn’t fuck that up. I realize I got pretty obnoxious yesterday, but that isn’t really me. I’m better than that.
I mean, if you were single, would I go on a date with you? Sure. I would probably crawl through a vat of feces to do so. But am I dumb enough to think I “have a chance” or some shit? Certainly not. My interests lie in having an Eagles fan friend and someone to shoot the shit when I wind down from work. That’s it.
But really I just wanted to apologize for the last hour and a half or so of us hanging out. I was acting a fucking fool. Being annoying and saying dumb shit. I feel like a dickbag when I think about it. You probably think a bit different of me, and rightly so. I was being a douche. But please try to find it in your soul to think about times when you or people you know have been obnoxiously drunk and gotten beside themselves, and try and forgive me. I will be cool and keep my shit together from now on. I really just don’t want you to think I’m just trying to fuck you, because that’s not it. I legitimately want to be your friend. Because you’re bad-the-fuck-ass. And I gravitate towards badass people.
I just hope we can still be friends and you can forgive my stupid, obnoxious prodding. God, I was being a fuckwad. And I’m sorry. But I’m a lot closer to the guy that eats and drinks there, makes you laugh, and keeps his shit together, than the obnoxious, drunk, fuck stick that annoys you and says dumb shit.
I’m sure you’ll never see this. And I’m gonna come in and apologize in person. But I just hope you don’t look at/think of me differently.
I’m really not a shit turd. I promise.