in need of a missed connection? - latest craigslist post
always searching but never finding? hoping to post an interesting missed connection yourself? wouldn’t it be nice to at least get one for once? for fucking out loud, is it so goddamn difficult? (i may know this feeling sort of well).
i think i can help. i’m at your service. and, i’ve got some ideas for yur ass:
never had a coffee shop missed connection? (these would probably be my best). hoping for a post about how you were standing in line at starfucks on broadway at about 8:15am and you suddenly caught the eye of the cute dude with the red backpack in front of you? isn’t that the coolest way to start your day? didn’t it take you by surprise? how sweet! maybe it made you smile just a tad as you felt that self confidence level rise. but you were too caught up in placing your order just seconds later and he slipped out without you being able to approach him and give him your number, right? sucks, i know, a classic failed coffee shop missed connection. i’m there for you. you name the shop, the time, the barista, i’ll be there in front of you on the right morning. i’ll look back at you and give you the attention you’ve been waiting for, maybe a quick and cool smile with sparkle in my eyes, is that what you want? or do you want me to linger over by the cream and sugar stand but then slip out just before you’re done paying? let me give you the post you deserve just a few hours after this happens.
in need of a missed connection with that guy on the T tomorrow morning that kept stealing glances at you over his copy of the metro? might he have gotten on the orange line at stony brook and sat right across from you? did he kind of choke on his coffee when he first met your eyes? did he try to cover his gawking by opening the paper and pretending to read it? did you try to act like you were still reading your book, but really you kept reading the same line over and over again because you couldn’t keep your thoughts away from his obvious attraction to you? but then the unthinkable happened, right? he needed to get off right away at backbay, probably going to work at some high-end and cool clothing store on newbury street. this was not where you were planning for him to get off, this was not going to work, you were both suppose to get off at the same spot and talk out on the train platform. for fuck, a missed connection. i can be that guy, i can bring you this kind of missed connection. i’ll post for you, it will be there, i promise.
hoping to post about a missed connection with that pig at the club last night that kept trying to bump and grind with you on the dance floor? sucks, i know, and what’s worse is that i’m not even doing those kind of missed connections for yur ass.
in need of a missed connection at the bar this friday night? looking to get laid and you stuck out? perhaps you’ll be at river gods and started talking to this guy about who knows what for who knows how long. things are going well, he’s so easy to talk to and he understands you so well. he’s listening to you like he cares and everything! he’s not someone you would really consider dating, but now its 12:15 and you forgot about that already. it’s time to start thinking about going back to his place and screwing him completely. you’ve got fucking on the brain and this is your man. 5 drinks and you can’t tell if that’s his hand up your skirt or your own, either way its starting to feel pretty good. turns out it was your own because all of a sudden this dude is gay, right? when you start to laugh and fall into him on purpose he kind of turns back towards the bar and grips his drink with both hands while giving you an awkward smile. your final clue is when you reveal extra cleavage, practically exposing nipple for him to stare at and gaze towards, but he never looks. this is harsh, i know. not a good night. a strikeout, and you weren’t even playing against the right team. this is the kind of missed connection i can provide for you. i can be that gay dude that posts the next day about a floozy so drunk she tried to make it with a flamer. what a flake.
help me, help you. you know you’re tired of searching these missed connections and not finding. tomorrow can be that day you’ve been waiting for, a post with your name written all over it. a sweet missed connection for yur ass.
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i think i can help. i’m at your service. and, i’ve got some ideas for yur ass:
never had a coffee shop missed connection? (these would probably be my best). hoping for a post about how you were standing in line at starfucks on broadway at about 8:15am and you suddenly caught the eye of the cute dude with the red backpack in front of you? isn’t that the coolest way to start your day? didn’t it take you by surprise? how sweet! maybe it made you smile just a tad as you felt that self confidence level rise. but you were too caught up in placing your order just seconds later and he slipped out without you being able to approach him and give him your number, right? sucks, i know, a classic failed coffee shop missed connection. i’m there for you. you name the shop, the time, the barista, i’ll be there in front of you on the right morning. i’ll look back at you and give you the attention you’ve been waiting for, maybe a quick and cool smile with sparkle in my eyes, is that what you want? or do you want me to linger over by the cream and sugar stand but then slip out just before you’re done paying? let me give you the post you deserve just a few hours after this happens.
in need of a missed connection with that guy on the T tomorrow morning that kept stealing glances at you over his copy of the metro? might he have gotten on the orange line at stony brook and sat right across from you? did he kind of choke on his coffee when he first met your eyes? did he try to cover his gawking by opening the paper and pretending to read it? did you try to act like you were still reading your book, but really you kept reading the same line over and over again because you couldn’t keep your thoughts away from his obvious attraction to you? but then the unthinkable happened, right? he needed to get off right away at backbay, probably going to work at some high-end and cool clothing store on newbury street. this was not where you were planning for him to get off, this was not going to work, you were both suppose to get off at the same spot and talk out on the train platform. for fuck, a missed connection. i can be that guy, i can bring you this kind of missed connection. i’ll post for you, it will be there, i promise.
hoping to post about a missed connection with that pig at the club last night that kept trying to bump and grind with you on the dance floor? sucks, i know, and what’s worse is that i’m not even doing those kind of missed connections for yur ass.
in need of a missed connection at the bar this friday night? looking to get laid and you stuck out? perhaps you’ll be at river gods and started talking to this guy about who knows what for who knows how long. things are going well, he’s so easy to talk to and he understands you so well. he’s listening to you like he cares and everything! he’s not someone you would really consider dating, but now its 12:15 and you forgot about that already. it’s time to start thinking about going back to his place and screwing him completely. you’ve got fucking on the brain and this is your man. 5 drinks and you can’t tell if that’s his hand up your skirt or your own, either way its starting to feel pretty good. turns out it was your own because all of a sudden this dude is gay, right? when you start to laugh and fall into him on purpose he kind of turns back towards the bar and grips his drink with both hands while giving you an awkward smile. your final clue is when you reveal extra cleavage, practically exposing nipple for him to stare at and gaze towards, but he never looks. this is harsh, i know. not a good night. a strikeout, and you weren’t even playing against the right team. this is the kind of missed connection i can provide for you. i can be that gay dude that posts the next day about a floozy so drunk she tried to make it with a flamer. what a flake.
help me, help you. you know you’re tired of searching these missed connections and not finding. tomorrow can be that day you’ve been waiting for, a post with your name written all over it. a sweet missed connection for yur ass.
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