Missed Connections

I was recently on craigslist reading the missed connections section in the personals section. Let me be perfectly clear I fucking love this section! I reminds me of a song called "Personal" from the band called Stars. This section is a hi-tech version of faith and hope. I mean random people run into each other and an impression is made on a person then that person who believes whole-heartily in serendipitous moments that they pour there desires and hopes onto craigslist. I want to share some of the entries with you(this is obviously within the greater Seattle area)

to the guys giving out flowers near the ave - w4m - 19 (45th)

i was walking down 45th and you guys pulled over and announced over a loudspeaker that you wanted to give me a flower. made my fucking day, thanks !

Do you see the sheer human spirit here!? Beautiful !

I Was Right, Again - w4m - 44 (Mired in Memories at Town's End )

I wont contact you anymore, however still feel the need to off load. No one around me understands why i still think, miss and love you. i still think of you daily. it has been 5 months and still i crave you. everything i experienced and everything i still don't know about you.
you truly have no idea what i have seen and learned in this lifetime to know what i held for just a little while and why i knew then and still know now that nothing will ever compare.
i still love you deeply.

This one reminds me of a confessional really ...I mean she's telling us her most intimate thoughts ... maybe this is her way of letting go and saying sorry for what was lost and what could have been.

3rd and Columbia bus stop 5 PM... - w4m - 22 (3rd & Columbia)

I usually just skim the missed connections section just for kicks, but you are the first person who has ever made me want to run home and post here. We were standing at the bus stop in the freezing wind and I said something about how weird it was to need gloves after wearing T shirts all weekend. You agreed and then your bus came... I wish I had asked you to warm up with some coffee. You were wearing black converse and had shaggy brown hair. I was the girl with the brown ponytail going all over the place in a big light blue jacket. If you happen to be reading this e-mail me and let me know what bus you got on!

I picture an awkward lonely girl standing next to her version of tall,dark, handsome trying so desperately to find that rosetta stone to happiness and companionship. Dear awkward girl I want to hug you and pat your butt. I dunno why but I think you need it?!

Today at Trader Joe's in Queen anne - w4m

Just wanted to thank you for letting me use the fast/non chatty cashier...I felt bad you got stuck behind that couple. But you do have an incredible smile, and that made my day. :-)

I have a confession of my own that someday I might post to the missed connections of Craigslist

Dear Badger,

Just wanted to let you know that you have affected me in such a spiritual and emotional way that i doubt it will ever be fixed or compared to. What we shared in those wonderful 3 1/2 weeks will never be replicated and never forgotten. You have a permanent home within my heart so big that your 6 foot tall runway model beauty will never need to duck to enter. You will always be my Ione Skye and I will always be your LLoyd Dobler.

Always,

Shamrockdoc

Whiskey & Ginger

I recently came home from a business trip to a rural area of Washington State. I can tell without shame that I'm glad to be home in my urban apartment with the sounds of traffic and trains around me. But I want to share with you an experience I had out in the wilderness of the Olympic National Forest that you may enjoy. First of all let me tell you that I love the outdoors. I love hiking and camping and kayaking and bike riding and well shit you get the idea. So with that being said I was out hiking a trail in the BuckHorn area of the forest and I found this secondary trail that took you out to an overlook if you will. This over look encompassed an panoramic view of this gorgeous valley. I mean gorgeous... lush green pine trees and wilderness. I climbed out onto a large rock and sat down to listen to......well nothing....nothing at all. As I sat there in the quiet the sound of the wild began to flood my ears. I could hear a hawk calling out letting others know he was cruising his skies. I could hear the thunderous Dungeness River flowing through the valley. And the wind through the trees as well rustling the branches. It grew cold .....so cold in fact it began to snow while i was sitting on this rock with my feet dangling over the edge. I could help but smile as i put my wool cap on and then my mittens(yes mittens but there manly) at how peaceful snow seems to make any situation, place, or view. I sat there marveling at Gods work and the snowflakes that were collecting on my shoulders and legs. I felt really at one with the wild. Deciding it was time to go i gathered my backpack and readied myself to leave when I noticed the locals contribution to this beautiful spot. Shotgun shells as far as the eye could see was well as its apparent victims which were the shattered remains of what could only be the local Wal-Marts finest of dinnerware. Bacardi Silver bottles littered this shrine of beauty as well. Plastic Mountain Dew bottles were also present I mean what country bumpkin travels without this nectar of the Hank WIlliams Jr GODS! I was just gonna leave but I couldn't....I just couldn't go. I collected these pieces of trash all together. Put them in a neat little pile off to the side of the main trail. I worked like I was on autopilot. I wasn't mad or sad ...I had no emotions really I just couldn't leave this natural beauty with all this trash lying around.

I leave you with this: Pendleton & Ginger

take one part Pendleton Canadian whiskey, one part ginger ale and a hand full of ice. Stir and please enjoy.