Houston's Missed Connections: Old Guy at the Bar

The beauty of Missed Connections is that so many are clearly total bullshit while others are endearing works of sincerity and a few make you wonder if they are true or not. Of course stalkers and way too many schlong shots freak us out. Speaking of, some guy wants to feed his hotdog to a JCI fan.

When I Saw You, You Had Caught My Eye - 46

You were holding some trendy drink with a cherry in it. I was wearing "distressed" jeans with holes at the knees and some faux-thrift store shirt I bought at Urban Outfitters. You were singing along to a Death Cab song at a midtown bar filled with 40-something wannabe hipsters wearing a little black dress that betrayed your aging figure. We caught eyes for only a moment. Was there something more than just the desperate grasping for our already departed youth? Could we find love in the cookie-cutter vacuum that is our meaningless sheep-like existence? Could we at least pretend for long enough, so that our loneliness could be ignored a little longer and I could sleep with you and imagine that you were only 18? Living in this expensive fake loft makes me want to die sometimes. If you feel that way too, let me know...

Dear Old Guy @ the Bar, please feel free to be yourself. Who gives a shit if the hipster rats look at you funny. Punch them in the face, then buy them a drink if you feel guilty. Next time, tackle that cougar.

Black Surburban at Erotica Store - m4m - 39

HOT straight guy buying yourself a thong Saturday afternoon. Me, standing beside you. If interested, hit me back and tell me what color it was and what you were wearing so I know its you. Hot man for discreet good time.

Straight guys wear thongs? Huh. Who knew?

Pam at Sam's - m4w - 47

we met in Sams parking lot we talked quite a bit, i got paged by my hospital and my son called. After what I thought was great conversation we shared the most magnificent kiss. I was breathless, you had to leave to get home. we IM'd each other back and forth till we both went to bed. Then you were gone. Was it my leg, was it my weight. I will do anything to taste those lips again.

"Was it my leg" What the? Was it gangrenous and smelly? Have you had it replaced by a broomstick?


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