Knox & Onslow (You were getting shot at) - m4w - 20 (Durham)

Why let attempted homicide get in the way of a Missed Connection? From craigslist Raleigh:

So here's the deal. I was sitting in my car on Knox, you were in the middle of the intersection of Knox and Onslow, in a blue-ish green Trailblazer, getting shot at! I didn't see you until you fell out of the front passenger side and laid on the ground like you were fatally wounded. You were a black female, in a colorful blue floral spring dress. The vehicle that was shooting at you, peeled off up Onslow. You quickly got up and back into the suv and drove up Knox past me.

A. I hope you're alright!
B. What the F!
C. I really wish that I was making this up!
D. Guess this is my way of dealing with what I saw...

Puked in your sink - w4w 24 (Brooklyn)

Is this romance sick? From craigslist New York:

I puked in your sink last night and i still feel like a monster. you have the sexiest smile, a super hot bod and killer sense of humor. and all i want is to be on you right now. let's hang tonight?

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Very sorry about your glasses - w4m - 29 (little miss whiskeys)

How to turn a simple dance into a blind date. From craigslist Washington:

I'm pretty horrified that I broke your glasses. You were lovely about it, but it was probably the most embarrassing dancing mishap ever. Here's to hoping you'll forgive me and at least let me buy you dinner.

Cab Lines

Good to see that Alan Feuer of the New York Times is still turning Missed Connections into poetry by inserting linebreaks and stanzas into real MC posts from craigslist New York. His latest batch in the New York Times involves magic moments in taxis. As Woody Allen once put it: "You're so attractive I can hardly keep my eyes off the meter…" Here's one of Mr Feuer's epics:

Late night Delta flight
We were both on a delayed Delta flight
from Atlanta to LGA on Monday night.
You were in first class, I was in coach
(of all the times to not get an upgrade)!
We were getting off the plane
at the same time
and each tried to let the other go first.
We exchanged smiles
and you went first ...
but then all bets were off. Like a true New Yorker,
you immediately started power walking
through the airport
to be first in the cab line.
As you nearly toppled over some lesser,
southern-dwelling mortals,
I kept up — in equal parts
to admire your feisty-ness
and to not wait in line myself at 12:30 AM.
You were making great time
but were undone by that
most common of airport traps — stairs.
Your suitcase handle wouldn’t go down,
and it gave me time to catch up.
This was a race I didn’t want to win.
I made it to the taxi stand
slightly ahead of you, hoping
we could exchange victory pointers
while in line. One problem —
there was no line,
and we went our separate ways. Since you were briefly
still standing there,
the cab driver asked me
if we were together.
I told him no, but that
if he knew you he should definitely
give me a heads up.
He told me back,
"I always get the crazy ones"
and muttered at me in another language. You were wearing a gray shirt and jeans,
have a beautiful smile
and excellent foot speed.
I am extremely efficient
at retracting suitcase handles.
I sense potential. If you see this,
perhaps
we could get together again,
sans luggage?
I’ll race you there.

Jen The Designer w/ glasses reading the new Paris Review on the G - m4w - 27 (G train btwn Court Square and Greenpoint)

Less a Missed Connection and more a whole relationship in one brief encounter! From craigslist New York:

Jen, you had glasses, and cute little braids in your black hair,
and were probably coming home from work and were
reading the new issue of the Paris Review (!!!)

We talked about the Joshua Cohen story and the Q & A between
him and Moe Tcacik posted on the Paris Review website. You were excited
about Bolano.

We talked about the new editor of the Paris Review Lorin Stein. About the debacle
with all the previously solicited poetry that was accepted getting tossed out. I can't believe you knew about that!
You must be a lit world person, I said (snob)
No, I'm a designer, you said.

I said Joshua Cohen's fiction sucks but his essays in Harper's are OK.

I work in lit world.
I'm better looking than Roberto Bolano at least after he got cancer.

I want to take you out but forgot, as the doors were closing, to ask for your number.

Find this and email me and tell me something about our brief talk, so I can be
sure it's Jen-from-G-train and not some freaky impostor!

A parrot on your arm and a beer can in your face - m4w-28 (Austin)

Sometimes Missed Connections are fascinatingly cryptic, such as this brief post on craigslist Austin, What went on with the parrot and the beer can? All that accompanies this intriguing picture is a simple message:

I'd like to see you again.

I closed the gas cap on your BMW - m4w - 28 (grand/lejune and us1)

Love is a full tank of gas… From craigslist Miami:

This is crazy but I saw you pumping gas today and you caught my eye. As I walked out of the gas station I noticed that your gas cap was open, so I ran over to your window. You almost ran over my foot, but you finally noticed me and let me close it for you. Somehow, about ten minutes later I ended up behind you on us1 and we seemed to be following each others moves for a while. We followed each other all the way to South Miami, and it seemed like you pulled down a side street so we could talk. Unfortunately, I didn't turn and I am still kicking myself for it. I drove around looking for the U sticker on your car, for about 20 minutes, but I couldn't find you. I remember what you were wearing, so if you read this please respond with your outfit. This would be an incredible story.