I have a secret. Don’t tell anyone.
Remember when Missed Connections first became popular? Pretty much every girl I know trolled Craigslist (at least once), hoping to find that some eloquent mystery man had made her the subject of her own romantic comedy. To my knowledge I still have yet to be the subject of someone’s Missed Connection… but I wrote one this week.
The other night I attended an improv show with a friend from college. We then went to a bar in Williamsburg where we had a long, self-indulgent conversation about what’s wrong with our lives. After really letting loose with an assortment of personal confessions, we somehow shifted onto the topic of absentee voting. It was then that an extremely attractive man interjected– “I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I just overheard your conversation…” Oh god. I hadn’t even noticed that anybody was sitting behind us, let alone Mister September from the Brooklyn Eligible Bachelor Calendar. I thought back over all of the embarrassing things I had just drunkenly said to my friend that he may have heard. He cleared up our confusion concerning voting absentee and told us that he had just written an article on voting laws for a popular blog. I was impressed– you may have gathered by now that I have a weakness for writers and musicians. His friend was much more stand-offish, seemingly hesitant to be engaging in conversation with us. They moved to sit next to us at the bar and we talked about writing and rapping (the other guy turned out to be a rapper in a well-known rap group). My friend and I ordered our next round. The cute guy told his friend they should stay for another, but the grouchy rapper said no. They left and I realized we hadn’t gotten their names.
When I got home, it took me all of five minutes to figure out his name thanks to my cyber-stalking skills (honed during a summer 2007 telemarketing job where I got paid to uncover the personal info of top company CEOs in Boston). I couldn’t bring myself to contact him directly, however… that would be TOO creepy. So I settled for a Missed Connection, floating in the vast sea of Craigslist posts like a vacant lily pad waiting for a sexy frog occupant.
To the handsome stranger in the thermal at Basik: Tell me more about WordPress and voter’s rights. Why did you let your friend talk you out of having that last drink?
But seriously, a writer and a babe? I long for another fleeting conversation, perhaps even a sweet caress and/or blog collaboration. Just kidding. Kinda.