I am a hopeful/hopeless romantic. I rarely admit to this and in fact can often be found making fun of others in this tribe. When I think about romance a movie-like montage starts playing in my head. Cheesily, it contains walking on the beach at sunset, holding hands and some Air Supply or Journey song as soundtrack. I get all gush-y inside and my heart actually hurts and kind of longs for this scenario to happen. I realize that by sharing this I am totally ruining my reputation as a cynical realist decked out in all black clothing. I also realize that my cynical realist self is probably the biggest obstacle for getting bit by the romance bug.
So while I work out how to manage two seemingly contradictory parts of myself I read the personals and deeply hope that every poor soul who advertises in the LA Weekly finds their mate. I am also completely obsessed with Craigslist Missed Connections. If you see some hot dude or chick but failed to work up the courage to say anything you can post a message in the Missed Connections section of any city's Craigslist. If your dude or chick sees the post they can email back and voila! a match is made!
I would love to know if anyone has ever gotten together through the Missed Connections. Is Craigslist compiling statistics? Who knows. If I had to guess I would say the success rate is pretty low mainly because the posts don't include a whole lot of details. I.e. Saw you at Starbucks on Saturday. You were wearing a blue shirt. You were so hot. If you see this hit me up. Yea, that narrows it down a lot.
There is also a part of me that narcissistically hopes to see myself described in a Missed Connection - I.e. Tall brunette walking down Colorado wearing all black. We made eye contact as we both reached for the mail box door near the Santa Catalina Post Office. I can't stop thinking about you etc. Cue cheesy montage music . . .
Here are some of today's Missed Connections:
Ikea Burbank-What was I thinking?? - w4m - 27
You chased down my car to knock on my window and shower me with such sweet compliments. It took a lot of guts to do that! And you were so sweet and cute! What was I thinking when I turned you down to stand by a dying relationship that will be over in a month or so no matter what? I thought I was doing the right thing by being truthful but instead I think I missed an amazing opportunity. Foolish me. If you're out there and you see this, email me. I don't even know your name.
405 Freeway Black Escalade - - m4m - 25
Hey there, You (good looking guy, age 25-35, beard, great smile) were driving on the 405 South (you seemed to be in a hurry! tried to catch you but had to exit on the 10 West ) at about 4:30 p.m in your black Escalade, with your left foot on the front shield while talking on the phone. You looked at me and smiled. Didn't really have time to do anything because you were gone already. Let me know if you read this ...
To the beautiful woman at Wilson's Farms - m4w - 46
Earlier today, we both shopped at Wilson's. Our eyes meet each others several times. You had on a simple skirt, modest shirt and looked beautiful. You parked close to the store and followed me out to the parking lot. I didn't have to guts to talk to you, but wish I had. I felt that electricity, or chemistry that you know she is the one. I know you will never get this....Argh!
You Stole My Heart At D'Angelo's - m4w - 28
It was 8pm. We both waited patiently for our wraps. Was it me or did we exchange a few glances? I hope you're out there. After all, I need my heart back.
Matt -- Sorry about Sunday - w4m
I kicked you out. It was very mean of me ... consider this my plea for forgiveness ... ;)
Blonde At Costco 28 Aug. in the evening. - m4w
I was picking up somthings for dinner this evening at costco. I was in a good mood singing and humming a Frank Sinatra tune. I was in the produce area getting somethings and I looked up as I was hitting the chorous of the song... You smiled and I returned the gesture. You were beautiful, and I wish I had said somthing to you. Maybe we can talk over Coffee or Drinks.
Aaah Romance . . .
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