Monday, June 11, 2007

Missed Connections

Recently, a friend of mine significantly advanced my quest to spend as many hours as possible mindlessly browsing the internet. He introduced me to the "Missed Connections" section of Craigslist.

It all began when a flight attendant caught his eye. Apparently, the "look" was reciprocated, but he was too shy to take any action. He was telling us about this story over lunch and how he regretted not getting a number when someone at the table mentioned that there was a Missed Connections section on Craigslist exactly for this purpose: to post would've, could'ves, and should'ves in the vain hopes that, upon invoking the powers of Fate and Destiny, the object of affection would read the post and make a connection.

We all laughed that something so ludicrous yet tantalizing could exist on the wonder that is the internet and hounded him into posting on it just to see what would happen. Of course, none of us expected anything to come of it, yet we were entertained by the concept and thought it would be fun for him to try, so he did.

Three days later, after we'd long forgotten about the curiosity that was Missed Connections, my friend came bounding up to me and exclaimed that he had gotten a response! It wasn't from the flight attendant, but from a friend who knew the person. I was floored. The world is funny place.

That caught my attention and I had to see this section for myself and found that it wasn't exactly what I expected. Predictably, there are a lot of posts like, "You were at Starbucks Thurs 5pm and I thought you were really cute but was too shy to ask you out." The unexpected content was the sheer number of people who knew the person they loved or wanted and were just online, venting into the black hole of the internet their happiness, misery, lust, anger, or feelings of closure. I was struck by the sheer amount of candid human emotion on those pages. It seems that anonymity is all that's necessary for people to bare themselves to the world. The result is a wonderful display of homogeneous human feeling.

To give you a taste, here are some interesting posts I found on there. Until we meet again... on Craigslist.


I vote that next time you aren't so modest with your blue shirt. - w4m (downtown / civic / van ness)

You stopped by my cube again, only to leave too soon. You were wearing that blue shirt that I like so much, but this time you made use of too many of the buttons. You were fired up and excited and now I am. Bring that fervor to our next encounter, leave out all forms of modesty and I'll help relieve you of your tension.


was I just paralyzed by your gorgeous eyes at Coffee to the People? - m4w - 28 (haight ashbury)

Sitting with our backs against the wall, 4:30ish.......
Of course I thought you were cute, but (being attached) was not seriously considering getting flirtatious.
But on your way out, you just murdered me with those eyes!


You should think. - w4m - 37

Just had dinner with your wife.
Me. The other woman. One of a few, I know.
Your wife is beautiful. Funny. Smart. Vivacious.
And so am I.
You should think about the amazing women you f*ck over, and why that is.


To my old boyfriend... - w4m

Hey there.

I hope you're well. I hope these lines somehow make their way over to you.

Though I won't reach out to you directly with this, I just want to express that I'm not angry with you anymore. I hold nothing against you and do hope you know that when I did, I did really love you, even if only in a peculiar way of MY very own.

Know that I've finally reached that place where none of it hurts at all anymore. My fists are no longer clenched as I do really forgive it all.

I guess I also needed to say this for myself... that I made it, that I'm finally here... and wow, it feels really good.

So as to keep within the rules of this forum, here's a missed connection for you and me - a missed connection with peace - that I wish had come to us both a long, long time ago.

Be happy and always remember to take good care of yourself and yes, of course I'll do the same.

Your old girlfriend.

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