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I recently typed it into my browser after a friend told me it was defunct and experienced a ridiculous wave of relief when I found it still alive and kicking. Almost half of them were smut, but still. I struggled on the 6 train with my vacuum and got in a fight about it and was all flustered because it was heavier and more cumbersome than I imagined. Then, on my walk home, I accidentally brushed the bags of this homeless man who lived in my neighborhood and he got super upset and started screaming at me.
I meekly said I was sorry, which only upset him more so he started following me. I was sure he was going to hit me when this guy in a red scarf rode by on his bike and immediately pulled over and put himself between me and the guy. I went up all five flights fully crying. A week later we had our first date.
A few months later we were moving in together and a few years later we were married.
I mean, if you were ever to get one it would be for this. They went out and things escalated quickly. Turns out he had just arrived in the city, was homeless, and was trying to get a busking —that was his only plan. He became really intense really quickly like in the span of two days. Also, my other roommate and I were talking about it once, being paranoid that he had somehow planted microphones in our unit, and then an hour later he posted something on her Facebook along those lines. Got off at same stop on the way to work, he turned and waved.
If there was ever a time to use Craigslist Missed Connections, this had to be it. He found it. We went on a date. Lo and behold, someone posted looking for me—he had been taking pics there all day and I was randomly at the center of one.
I knew it was me because he described the dress I was wearing. We got along well, but there were no sparks and a few months later I moved away. I took the test and came back home. Then I heard her whispering about me to my dad and realized that, in her Googling, she had found a Missed Connection someone had written about me from the LSAT. I knew it was me because it mentioned the paint on my slippers which had happened during a late-night naked paint bonfire party.
It turned out he was decades older than me, really wanted to talk about the LSAT, and was the intern who famously? I ran the fuck away very quickly and then later looked him up and discovered he had become a corporate lawyer. We made eyes at each other for a while and I was in a dating rut and decided to go for it. I never got a response. A few months later, I ended up talking to him on the train and gave him my name and place of employment a large university we both worked at.
He sent me a note via our interoffice mail. When we went out on a date, he asked if I sent a Missed Connection about him, and I said yes.
He said the only reason he had the courage to ask me out is because he thought I had sent that Missed Connection! Or potentially he was just awkward…. The next morning, when I got to the newspaper office, everyone was abuzz about this cryptic Missed Connection that mentioned the newspaper. I went back to my dorm to giggle about it with my roommates as one does and my roommate kindly reminded me that it was me—in reference to my conversation with the hot poli-sci TA from the night before!
He was 25 at the time. I was I was at a Halloween party with this guy I was kinda seeing, and this other dude dressed as the doctor from Maniac walks in and we have a good conversation. So I swipe right and we start talking. Convo goes to Halloween costumes. He says he dressed as the doctor from Maniac; I say I just met someone in that costume.
I live in SF, a pretty big city for Bumble. He responded to the listing, then we friended each other on Facebook, but he eventually just ghosted me. We talked about it that night, went to book club together, and I told her she should post to Missed Connections. She said that was creepy, but I said if anyone checks Missed Connections to see if someone posted then they will automatically not think that it was creepy.
We got home at 1 a. Ten minutes later she screams from her bedroom that the guy had posted on Missed Connections. They ended up going on a few dates, he got clingy way too fast, and she ended it…. A disappointing end to an otherwise good story.
He only confessed to it years later. The second is from when I was in art school in NYC. Someone posted for a cute girl with bangs and a nose ring wearing a floral dress and docs who they saw at the art building, and it caused quite a stir because that was the description of probably half the girls in the BFA program at the time. I never met anyone through it, but the social group I had in college were high-key obsessed with them—oftentimes friends would post to it as a prank trying to bait a particular friend into responding earnestly.
After several trips to the bathroom to try to catch her eye if she did notice me I realize now she probably thought I was sick or somethingwe concluded she was with a blonde girl. I was too fucking hungover to talk to her but I definitely wrote and posted a Missed Connection on Lex before I had even left the restaurant. Truly she was my ideal person. A dream come true and I missed it. To the cute girl with blonde hair working the cash today, I tried to make small talk but was too smitten to take it anything further.
Essentially I was a tightly wound ball of shame and nervous energy. Regardless, it was the kind of parking garage where they have attendants park your car for you and it was rush hour so there was a crowd waiting by the pickup desk. A few strangers away from me was the most well-dressed man I had ever seen in person outside of the one celebrity I have met in real life. He had the most amazingly tailored medium-gray suit on and he was somehow able to do that no-socks-and-brogues thing that very few men can do without looking embarrassing—all while sporting some Shakespeare in Love -level dreamy dark curls and, IDK, I just lost it.
It felt like if I could convince this man to see me as a woman, something would click. So, of course, instead of speaking to him I made some aggressive levels of eye contact and memorized every detail for my Missed Connections post. I got a handful of responses. Some tried their best to BS their way through my test questions to prove they were who I wanted them to be. One person I really thought might be him—he spoke like a real person in his s and was just convincing enough until I asked what the bag I was holding looked like and he responded with picture of his balls.
I never knew. I first saw him while crossing the street, then a few minutes later I found myself standing right next to him in front of Saks where we were both admiring the light show and glancing at each other how Hallmark movie of us. Then he left with someone who I believe was his dad. And an hour later, as I was walking down the crowded street, who do I see walking toward me?
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