Thanks to Amy's Comment on my last entry (see below), I've remembered some more.
Date: March 2006
Location: London
You: Syrian
You were Syrian and devilishly attractive. I was blonde and drunk. You offered to take me with you to the Brixton Mosque. I was leaving the bar when my meddlesome friends stopped and said they thought they had foiled a kidnapping attempt. I liked the direction you and I were going in -- let's try to re-kindle that.
Date: March 2006
Location: Princes "Hotel", London
You: Desk-Clerk
You were the best thing about the Princes "Hotel". That was, of course, until we told you how our room lacked electricity, running water, and had been recently invaded by a homeless naked woman who broke down the door in the middle of the night. You REFUSED to give us a refund. I think under different circumstances, we could have been friends...maybe more...
Date: May 2006
Location: North Rockefeller Hall
You: Classmates from Chicopee High of one Hayden "Bellenliar", a professor of mine who faked a British Accent, despite growing up in Western MA.
I was first drawn to you because you knew my fraudulent professor when he was in high school (and not faking a British accent). Then, upon further reflection (approx 17 min later) my friend and I texted you and one of your friends to come back to campus for a late night party. Upon even FURTHER reflecton (2 min after the text), we decided it was a bad idea, and told you to turn around and go back home. One of you *may* have been a high school teacher. The other *may* have been an ex-con.
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Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Missed Connections
I've always been a fan of the Craigslist Missed Connections. In that spirit, i've decided to have my own recurring "Missed Connections" for all the various and sundry missed connections I have.
Date: Christmas Break 2002
Location: Bradley Airport (CT)
You: A Senior at Yale, reading Gore Vidal from MS. Around 6'3
We were seated next to eachother on a flight home. Started making small talk about stereotypes people have about the south, history, and college. I made a comment about missing my connection to New Orleans, and you said, "you can always come home with me to Mississippi," in a southern drawl. I swooned. Eventually, it was discovered that I had sat in the wrong seat, and had to move. You also discovered that I *wasn't* reading Gore Vidal, and was instead reading Cosmo. Despite all of that, I think we could have been something.
Date: JYA 2005
Location: Edinburgh
You: A scottish law student, very tall, details hazy due to alcohol
We met at a place called "Establishment" on 50p night. I was probably close to blackout drunk, but I do remember you were moderately attractive, and smart. I will remember you as the *classiest* person I ever "met" on 50pence night.
Date: Fall of 2006
Location: Mail Room of Random Law Firm
You: A Mail Room Clerk named "Gary Barry"
This isn't a missed connection, per se. You actually barred the door of the Mail Room when I went to your law firm to deliver some papers by hand. You forced me to take your number on a routing slip --- Gary Barry" was scrawled in Serial Killer print. I always wondered what happened to you, not because I was intrigued, but because I always wondered if you saw the irony of your alliterative name.
Date: Last Week
Location: 6 Train
You: Awkward Male who I had seen purchasing a "Meal for One" at a local deli on the UES.
I think you are the male version of me -- except I think I saw you giving money to a mariachi band, and I turned up the Snoop Dogg. Every time I see you, you are alone. Why don't you take that money you gave to the homeless musicians and put it towards a date with me? Read more
Date: Christmas Break 2002
Location: Bradley Airport (CT)
You: A Senior at Yale, reading Gore Vidal from MS. Around 6'3
We were seated next to eachother on a flight home. Started making small talk about stereotypes people have about the south, history, and college. I made a comment about missing my connection to New Orleans, and you said, "you can always come home with me to Mississippi," in a southern drawl. I swooned. Eventually, it was discovered that I had sat in the wrong seat, and had to move. You also discovered that I *wasn't* reading Gore Vidal, and was instead reading Cosmo. Despite all of that, I think we could have been something.
Date: JYA 2005
Location: Edinburgh
You: A scottish law student, very tall, details hazy due to alcohol
We met at a place called "Establishment" on 50p night. I was probably close to blackout drunk, but I do remember you were moderately attractive, and smart. I will remember you as the *classiest* person I ever "met" on 50pence night.
Date: Fall of 2006
Location: Mail Room of Random Law Firm
You: A Mail Room Clerk named "Gary Barry"
This isn't a missed connection, per se. You actually barred the door of the Mail Room when I went to your law firm to deliver some papers by hand. You forced me to take your number on a routing slip --- Gary Barry" was scrawled in Serial Killer print. I always wondered what happened to you, not because I was intrigued, but because I always wondered if you saw the irony of your alliterative name.
Date: Last Week
Location: 6 Train
You: Awkward Male who I had seen purchasing a "Meal for One" at a local deli on the UES.
I think you are the male version of me -- except I think I saw you giving money to a mariachi band, and I turned up the Snoop Dogg. Every time I see you, you are alone. Why don't you take that money you gave to the homeless musicians and put it towards a date with me? Read more
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