I think one of my life goals might to be one of the Missed Connections on Craigslist. Not the writer of one, the object of one. I know two people in the last three years to have had one written about them, so I think my odds are pretty good that there are shy, yet friendly, scribes typing internet messages-in-a-bottle at me and throwing them in the ocean of Craigslist.
But I am not very good at looking for them, the Missed Connections postings. However, both of the people I knew who were mentioned were alerted to said Craigslist mention through their friends. I guess I must be one of the friends. In 2006, when I discovered this new ambition of mine a friend was mocked for his routine checking of the Missed Connection listings, to which he replied, "Hell yes, I look at them, the love of my life is writing to me and I am not going to be the jerk!"
Thanks Adam. So, I guess I am in good company.
Obviously, getting to my point, I looked at the Craigslist Missed Connections today. I think I found me. Or one that could have been me.
This is what the Missed Connection said:
Uptown Rainbow Food Self-Checking (you) out
You were the most beautiful thing I have seen in a while. Want to play? Want to go out sometime?
I was at the Uptown Rainbow yesterday and I did use the self-check out. So, is it me? Maybe. He should have mentioned that I was buying a pre-cut tray of vegetables, cookies and a bunch of daisies with a chicken on top. That would have been more specific. Or he could have mentioned that I annoyed the Self Check-Out attendant by placing the bag in the wrong location and holding up the self check line. My secret Craigslist admirer poet could also have mentioned I dropped my purse, cookies and frozen Annie's Indian dinner on the floor.
Really, specifics are needed.
But I can't reply. I don't know if it was me. And if it was, I don't want to hang out with Mr. Vague-Writing. Or anyone who knows I buy pre-cut veggies and Annie's Frozen Indian Dinners.
At least I wasn't reading the Casual Encounters again. I never want to be one of those.
2 comments:
One time I was at Kowalski's and I was just getting a frozen pizza and a small sock monkey. I joked with the cashier, "Yeah, just the essentials. I'm going camping." He didn't laugh, but as we left, the guy behind me said, "You're going to need more than that if you're going camping" and I laughed. I thought to myself well that's a perfect missed connection. So I went on Craigslist a few hours later and it was there!
I wish it was a story that ended beautifully, but we didn't really connect. We still sometimes see each other at the grocery store and laugh and say hi. He's in a band. I hope he gets super famous so this story gets better.
Victorian people wrote Missed Connections too. A friend's sister is writing a thesis about it - http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/opinion/14epstein.html?ref=opinion
She also keeps a blog. Here is my favorite - http://www.advertisingforlove.com/2010/02/omg-really.html
Victorians are an odd mix of formal and horny. I think you would get along.
I miss you and am glad you are writing things on the internets.
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