After much acclaim (okay, a little acclaim, but we never pledged to be overachievers) from last week's Missed Connections post, we decided to browse Craigslist again, gleaning the very best for your reading pleasure. The things we do to keep you entertained!
semester's end
The year is gone clever girl and so are you maybe next time, I'll have the guts to do something if you want me to
Let me guess: English major? What's next, cummings? i can entirely her only love. Actually, that was kinda nice. Mac away.
sandwich artist
you make my sandwiches, and wear this cool dog collar like necklace with spikes...you work at subway in the heights, off of yale near 610. i dig your short, crooked cut black hair and have looked for you on myspace. do me a favor: the next time you make me a sandwich, slip your number in the bag.
We can only imagine the kind of drivel scrawled on the back of a napkin would end up in that bag. The funniest part of this post (other than the "cool dog collar"), is that this person looked for the sandwich artist on myspace. Does (presumably) he have any idea how colossal myspace is? Does anyone else think this is the fastest way to waste time senselessly? No? What's that? You believe in the power of true love? Is that your contention? Fine. You guys are such saps.
The girl in church with the see-through dress
Okay yes, it's true! In church yesterday, there's a drop-dead gorgeous girl walking through the hall. I glanced at her behind and saw the thong. I need her!!!
Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Seriously though, see through dress+thong=20 Hail Mary's in our book. Vile temptress. Kinda makes us want to wake up a little earlier on Sunday mornings.
You have 8 names
I never have understood why those things happened. I wish you the best in your life regardless.
Cryptic. Generally, this should either be taken as a red flag or a hint:
"So, what's your name?"
"Stella."
"Really?"
"No."
"What is your name?"
"Jessica."
"No seriously."
"Amy."
"Is that really it?"
"No. It's Christina."
"..."
"Margaret."
Karaoke at the Proletariat Friday night
You were sitting at the bar with a friend and wearing a denim jacket with a Turkish flag patch, you wanted to sing "Dancing With Myself", and you're going to Korea to teach English.I went to the bathroom and you were gone. I never got your number...
This is how all romances should be begin, and we are really rooting for these two. We just hope she isn't halfway to Inch'on by now.
flickr photo by BlondieKate
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