craigslist "missed connections" is a webpage that allows people to try and find a person that they had a random encounter with during the day. for exapmple, there are some that simply just say:
subject: you were the girl in the red dress.
i ran into you at the market. we chatted in line about my fondness for twinkies. you told me you found me endearing, i find you intriguing. coffee sometime?
..and thats it! thats all there is to it. for those people lucky enough to get a reply, get to see the other side of it while there "missed connection" beams and excepts the date, or in some cases completely blows them off.
i took it upon myself to see if any of these were even real, and what better way to do that then to write my own. i sat myself down, made myself in-vision a potential encounter and i wrote. i spoke of this tall, dark and handsome muni man who completely mesmerized me and drew me into his spell all simply by walking past me. i went on and on telling myself "no one is going to believe this shit". two hours later i had gotten an email.
the email was from a guy wondering if i had been on the n train. i told him i hadnt. the moment i sent the email i felt bad. i couldn't help but feel guilty for quite possibly getting this poor mans hopes up, and letting him think for a second that i was his dream girl. i had gotten myself so enthralled with this entire situation that i began to check it almost everyday. picturing the people who they had written about, and all the people who go on everyday in hopes to find something written about them.
and then i was involved in my very own "missed connection". i was on my way to work one morning and i had sat myself down next to a cute boy, as i usually do. i hadnt paid much attention to him, but i had enough to recognize him when i ran into him again on my way back from work. here we were again, sitting next to each other on the same train going in the same direction, and saying the same thing; nothing. in my head i knew this needed to change. if this wasnt gods way of saying "hey! you guys need to talk to eachother!!" then i dont know what it is. so in my mind the whole train ride i was yelling "come on dude, dont be a pussy, just talk to me". right when i almost gave up he turns to me, and we have a conversation that goes:
"i saw you this morning, didnt i?"
"haha yeah, you did" i say.
"funny how that works out"
"yeah, have a busy day?"
"ohh no not really, i went to a banquet. but look, i think i was meant to run into you again. i kept telling myself 'oh no i should just have one more glass of wine' because i had a feeling i should stay longer"
and then his phone rang.
he didnt get my number. he didnt even get my name. and when we parted ways the first thing my mind went to was craigslist.
so what is it about this silly website that draws me in so intently? had me obsessing over the whole thing make my personal experience happen? or had it been a complete coincidence?
well, whatever it is, he should have gotten my number.
