Craigslist: Missed Connections

As we move to the next square on the calendar you're still out there trying to make a connection. Sadly you let most of them slip by without saying a word. We understand, no one wants to be overzealous and get shot down. If only you had some place to find a second chance. Oh yes, Missed Connections. If only you had someone to sort through and find the best of the above. Oh, right, read below....

My Fatal Flaw at FunFunFun Fest... - m4w (Bad Brains)

...was my inability to fight my ninja skills when I got too drunk.
Sorry about disappearing. Would love to meet you again over less beers, and maybe a *little* less noise. I promise I won't talk about you ALL night this time.

How funny, we like to feel that our "ninja skills" kick in after at least 3 beers.

Otto please return my underwear - 20 (Austin, Texas)

Hey Otto, Met you at 710, got drunk and went home with you. I left my Victoria Secretion underwear at your house. Please return them. They are the only underwear I have that don't make my butt look big. xoxoxo

Sorry, those undies have already been repurposed as a lamp shade.

Sexy Prostitute on Chicon. - m4w (East Side)

You serviced me that one night I was all drunk. I can't remember your name or if I even paid you - might explain that stab wound I have now. Anyways, I was pretty wasted but I had alot of sloppy fun. You had a good time too, right? I like you. We should get together and cuddle sometime, I'm wasted alot so odds are your passable.

Ahh memories, it seems like yesterday that all of the "good" hookers were on South Congress.

Sorry I accidentally kicked you in the head - m4w - 28 (Northshore Drive)

You and I were on the 0518 flight from Atlanta to Bergstrom. You should remember me because when we were unboarding, I was looking up at the overhead bin. I didn't see that you were looking under the seat for your purse. Anyway, I'm sorry that I kicked you in the head.
I didn't get your name but you have red hair, green eyes and the cutest button nose I have ever seen on a human being. Let me make it up to you with an evening out. I'll try to make sure it never happens again.

That's one pickup method that we've never used before, boot to the head!

To the guy who warned us about booty-poppin' lesbians on 6th and SoCo - w4m

You: mid-30s, African American, amazing swagger
Us: early twenties, Latinas, just coming home from the Prop 8 protest

We've realized the error of our ways. Our "boyfriends" aren't really boyfriends at all. We need a real man. Both of us. Message us back, we want to meet you and get to know you better. :)

In the words of one of our founding fathers, "Pop, Lock & Drop It."

You we're the attractive women I saw outside once - m4w - 24 (UT)

I caught your eye while you were walking somewhere and I was walking somewhere else. Or possibly we were both sitting. Or maybe one of us was walking. Or you might have actually been driving.
Anyway, the chemistry between us -- wow. The path from your eyes to mine was like a sunbeam of sex, a moonbeam of michief and mirth and musty, lusty November loving. Or September loving maybe. This might have been last Christmas. Anyway, whatever.

You were a svelte brunette with indie-rock glasses playing harpichord, or a bootylicious blonde in black hotpants volunteering at the homeless shelter. Or you might have been a sassy redhead college coed smoking a doobie. Or somewhere in between. Anyway, you were hot. Or cute. Or you had your own thing goin on…it was sexy. Or you were mostly covered up and I couldn't totally tell. Or you were dancing on a table and I was dropping singles like they was jacks on the pavement.

Anyway, we saw each other at Zilker (or was it on Campus) and it was a thing of beauty, except for its brevity. But I felt something special, something special where it counts. I wish I had talked to you. I bet you wish you had talked to me. I bet it keeps you up at night. I bet you'd die for a second chance.

If you want a second chance please send me an email. Or just meet me next weekend at the Barton Springs. I'll be the one wearing a shirt.

I think we can make this into something. It could be love. Or it could just be a really awesome roll in the hay, and then an awkward run-in three weeks later at the hardware store. Or maybe we'll become the worst of enemies, and you'll key my car with your friends when you're drunk. Or maybe it could be five or six awesome rolls in the hay. Or maybe we can just be friends. Or maybe it could be eight or nine awesome rolls in the hay. The possibilities are literally without limit!!!

If you know what I'm talking about, and I think you do, or possibly you don't, please, please, please send me an email. You know you won't regret it…probably.

You get an A+ for covering all of your bases, if you don't get at least one date out of this we'll buy you a round. We're still caught up in voting fever and believe this post should be voted into the best of.

* Location: East Side
That's it for this week. If we missed any of your favorites
just post them for us all to view. We'll be back next week with a new
round up. Until then, may you find Peace, Love and
Connections.

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