I really love the concept of Missed Connections. Whether in the Reader or Craigslist, they are a constant source of entertainment for me. I like to imagine little romantic scenarios for the good ones. Occasionally, I will leave messages, never intending for them to actually lead to anything.
So, you know, when I left one the other day, I didn't think it would lead to anything. I just saw someone cute who was talking about old records, but I was shy (and honestly, a bit dirty) so I stayed away. I viewed the MC as catharsis, a feeble attempt at making myself feel less of a chicken when it comes to meeting people.
But today: oh god oh god oh god. It worked. I got an e-mail. From the person. And I know it's the right person, because the details lined up and there was a picture too. I feel about ten times more embarrassed than I would have had I just said hello in the first place. Lesson learned.
So, you know, when I left one the other day, I didn't think it would lead to anything. I just saw someone cute who was talking about old records, but I was shy (and honestly, a bit dirty) so I stayed away. I viewed the MC as catharsis, a feeble attempt at making myself feel less of a chicken when it comes to meeting people.
But today: oh god oh god oh god. It worked. I got an e-mail. From the person. And I know it's the right person, because the details lined up and there was a picture too. I feel about ten times more embarrassed than I would have had I just said hello in the first place. Lesson learned.
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