Anyone at all familiar with craigslist has likely chanced upon Missed Connections, the place where hopeful (read: desperate) romantics (read: losers) post messages to people whom circumstance (read: cowardice) kept from connecting when the opportunity availed itself. For many people (like myself), reading Missed Connections is akin to flipping idly through US Weekly or People, a guilty pleasure to be sure, but one that needs satiating at least once a week, so you don't feel like you've, well, missed anything. This morning, faithful readers all across Minneapolis awoke to unarguably one of the best Missed Connection postings of recent memory. In short, it contained all the right information both for the casual reader looking for some titillating gossip, and for the future poster looking for something to believe in. This is the post:
to the guy I just had sex with that I met on the #6 - w4m - 26
I can't believe you talked me into that, but I think I'm glad you did. I still can't decide if you are a complete cad, or that was serendipity, but I hope its the latter.
See you later? I'll bum you a cigarette.
Without knowing anything about either of these two we can at least assume one thing: that whoever this guy is must be one hell of a salesman. A while back my girlfriend introduced me to the concept of Elevator Speeches, a business marketing term used to illustrate what one might say to another if they had to sell them on an idea in the time it takes to ride an elevator. Frankly, I’m more impressed by what this #6 rider managed to accomplish on a busy city bus—selling products is easy compared to convincing a woman, a stranger, to have sex with you. I mean, come on! Which is why, if you ever read this #6 rider, I implore you at once to drop whatever you’re doing, quit your job and sit your ass down at a desk at any agency in town and begin working your magic. See you at the Show.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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6 comments:
I love those things, man.
I really like the concept of some sad sack sitting down and writing a missed connection, thinking the entire time that the person they were yearning for will open up craigslist one evening and say to themselves, "Hmm...I wonder if someone saw me at Lund's and thought that we had a connection from all those looks I wasn't giving him/her. Wait, I have brown hair!"
I'm going to start posting phantom missed connections from fake girls who are lusting after you.
You could just follow me around for a day and then interview the women who I encountered?
Encounter sure is a creepy word isn't it? Or maybe just when you use it with respect to women. Knock it off, creep.
I've scheduled us in for an encounter.
Seriously, knock it off.
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