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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....
I know this is early but I want to get my MC in before the massive flood of them.I (probably) saw you somewhere on South Congress, you were (probably) from Boston, or maybe Pittsburgh, but not from anywhere in Florida that's for sure.
You were wearing super skinny jeans or maybe one of those super-tight, super-short miniskirt things and a t.shirt for some band that nobody has heard of, that may not even exist.
You had either Betty bangs or the 'elf'.
You were on a bicycle made out of a combination of $400 titanium parts and an old frame you found in a shed, it was painted hot turquoise and magenta, and yellow, and a few parts were gold. And black.
You were waiting on a free show and drinking an $8 coffee, the irony wasn't lost on me.
We didn't actually speak, I don't think you even noticed me but my psychologist recommends I make new friends and although she is wrong about most things I have decided that I can afford to spend some of my time on someone other than myself and it is to be you.Did we have a moment?
Alright folks, it's that time again, it's Go Time!! Buckle up and get ready to make those connections, don't waste them on the interwebs.
I see you every time I go someplace cool. - 22 (East Side)
Picture this scene:A hip 20-something man, decked out in flannel and tight jeans, locks his fixed gear bike next to the curb. He walks up to you at Red Scoot Inn, and asks what you think about the newest Crystal Castles while popping open a Lone Star tallboy. A devilish grin spreads across his face, almost sideways.
Cut to 5 minutes later, your American Apparel panties to the side, you're up against a bathroom stall wall, the flicker of my camera going off behind you. The best experience of you're life.
Who wants to star in Austin's first and only hipster pornography? Only respond if you're passionate.
It seems like the last poster and this poster might need to hook up. It seems like a there might be some good ideas in there...
I thought I had walked into a porno - m4w - 27 (Austin)
I showed up on a service call at your house. You were hot, and thought there might be a problem I could fix. When you answered the door you were very good looking, and you were right in the middle of a photo shoot. I thought to myself, "this is how pornos start." You were taking pictures of another girl, I was the service call, and then when there was actually no problem with your equipment, I thought, "this really is a porno."It wasn't a porno, and I am actually alright with that. You were good looking, and seemed pretty cool too. You looked really familiar too, but I couldn't place it.
Interested? You have my number already.
Back in our college pizza delivery days this happened to us quite often, it is never what it seems and we suggest you watch out for the gun under the bed.
Southbound on Westgate (fucking ice cream) - m4w - 21 (Westgate Lane)
Me: Northbound, left lane of Westgate between Stassney and Jones. Missed you. You: Southbound, left lane of Westgate between Stassney and Jones. Didn't miss me.
You threw ice cream out your fucking window... It landed on my hood. I almost wrecked because coffee ice cream isn't known for its opacity. I'm pretty sure it was coffee, I didn't stop to taste it as there was also bird crap on my car from today. As I heard the thud and it splattered across my vision I could only be thankful that my side window wasn't rolled down.I thought it was coffee, but it was solid as I cleaned it off. So either you threw really cold, rotten coffee at me or you were at Amy's ice cream and thought to yourself "Fuck this shit" as you were driving down Westgate. And how COULD you? I LOVE Amy's ice cream! Maybe you knew that and tried to give me some, in that case I'm sorry, I overreacted. But to my credit handing off ice cream at a relative 80 mph would never end well. I mean I'm heading north at 40 mph... seriously... Who ever goes 35 on that long ass stretch of road?! I'm pretty sure you were doing 40 too so I'm sticking with 80.
Anyhow, thanks I guess. My car WAS getting a little dirty, now I actually have the inclination to go wash it. I washed off the ice cream but now there's a clean spot among the dirt that reminds me of you.
We had a relationship there. Now it's a painful reminder of what was and what can never be again.
Let's try this thing called love again. Unless you're a guy. In that case stop trying to hand people ice cream at 80 mph.
That is a true crime against humanity to be wasting ice cream in that fashion. If you are able to hunt him down please report him to Mrs. Simmons asap! We keep asking her to deputize us as official ambassadors of the Austin ice cream police but we still have not heard from her people.
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"Cut to 5 minutes later, your American Apparel panties to the side, you're up against a bathroom stall wall, the flicker of my camera going off behind you. The best experience of you're life."
Bitches don't let snitches in their britches that don't know the difference between "their" "there" and "they're".
Grammar snobs are hot! Not joking. Hot. Totally. I'm only sad for me. ;-)