What Happens When You Connect With Your Missed Connection
By Claire Mott
My friend and I mock him ruthlessly, though I’m not exactly sure why. Maybe it’s the wine, or maybe it’s simply because I finally accepted that I’m not interested in him. With the end of summer in sight, the time has come for us to start really wilding out, and my deceivingly gentle giant just didn’t factor into the equation.
I don’t know why I thought finding a dude through Missed Connections would be some life-changing experience; as if the Sophie Blackall painting forming in my head could transform into a rom-com perfect ending.
The truth is this: there’s nothing different about finding some Dick off Craigslist than finding it in my neighborhood bar.