I try not to think about it too often but when I do, I have to admit, that the chances of my future husband being a mouse-click away on some Man-4-Man website are slim to none. So where am I supposed to meet him? If I go out I find the guys that only want one thing. Then I stop looking in at myself in the mirror and look around and see all the other guys that only want one thing.
In a room full of men that all only want one thing, there is really only one thing left to do.
So it is really hard to figure out where you are supposed to meet a decent guy these days. I go on the websites. No takers, and none I'm interested in. Then I check out other web venues. I browse the missed connections on Craigslist like nobody's business. If you have not checked them out yet...DON'T. Because you WILL become addicted. You will fall into this pathetic category of the old cat lady that checks CL missed connections every time she comes home from running an errand.
The missed connections link on CL is a place where you can post...well...obviously, a missed connection. Some ads might say "We are in line together at Starbucks almost every single morning. We always give a casual nod to one another and on most mornings the look seems to linger a little longer than expected. I would love to sit and chat a while next time. Reply if interested".
Of course, the actual ads that are posted are not HALF as cute as the one I just conjured up in my head, but on the contrary, mine would definitely be some sort of situation along those lines. I have shown up on the list before, but unfortunately it was a posting from a closeted married man from the gym who's proposition I had already refused in person.
Missed Connections sucks though because the people that post on there do not realize how specific they really should be. They will post ads like "Saw you on the Orange line today and you had on a green shirt, felt we made a connection" I mean, can you imagine how many people with green shirts rode the Orange Line in a day? Really?
Then it gets really messy when you read them and you FEEL like they are talking about you but you aren't sure. It is hard to tell whether or not you are just flattering yourself or if you really just have a big head. I read one today that listed the location as the bar I went to on Saturday night "Who was that guy with the beard and the nice chest and arms?"
Ha...Ha...ha...I really did for a second think that it MIGHT have been about me, but that is only because there were a ton of old fat men staring at me that night making me slightly uncomfortable. Not because they were old. Not because they were fat. But more so because I really felt like they were going to come up and talk to me and I would have to figure out a way to get rid of them without letting them know that I wanted to beat the shit out of them for thinking that they should have the nerve to talk to a guy like me.
(Don't get it twisted, I'm not nearly that confident when I am actually out in the world on my own)
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