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Describe a person you remember who fits the description above.

― MarkH (MarkH), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 09:01 (twenty-two years ago)

if I do then my heart will break twenty-two times.

― RJG (RJG), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 09:07 (twenty-two years ago)

early to mid 1993, I'm unemployed, doing a bit of temp work here and there, generally disconsolate. I apply to do a Masters in Environmental Studies at Cranfield College, somewhere near Milton Keynes. After being shown round and interviewed, I meet a girl at the bus stop whom I recognise from the group I was being shown round with. She has a nice smile. I find out that her name is Brenda and she is from Gibraltar. I comment that she sounds Scottish and she laughs and says most ppl think she's Irish. We compare what we're reading....she has Private Eye, I have NME (New Order are on the cover, on Vespas...they've been filming the video to Regret in Rome and are interviewed by David Quantick). Brenda and I chat for a while...we both liked the sound of the course and hope we've been accepted. However, our conversation is cut short by the fact that we're getting different buses...hers comes first, to take her to Bedford or Luton or somewhere, I continue waiting for the bus to Milton Keynes. As it happens, I get a place on the course but have to turn it down as I can't get funding. I wonder to this day whether Brenda got a place and if she accepted it and what happened to her after that.

― MarkH (MarkH), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 09:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Hmm, Prague, summer 1995. Heroin addict going cold turkey. We hit it off immediately, spent a particularly miserable day sitting in a hare khrishna cafe bolting for the toilet every twenty minutes. I can't even remember her name now. Gave me perspective. I almost definately gave her a burning desire to get back on the horse.

― Pete (Pete), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 09:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Halloween party, Vancouver sometime in the 90s. I was wearing a Devo suit and tripping on acid and you looked very hawt in your glitter 'LA Dodgers' getup. You went to the bathroom and never came back.

― dave q, Tuesday, 23 September 2003 10:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Lancaster University library, two weeks into my course. We were both going for the same book ("The French Lieutenant's Woman"), and bumped into each other. Your name was Ruth, you were from Devon. You said you were on my course, and we ended up sitting down and talking for three hours. I've never seen you in my lectures, or anywhere, since.

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Does it have to be the opposite sex? Mind you, I can't think of anybody from either sex.

― Nick Southall (Nick Southall), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 10:17 (twenty-two years ago)

At LAX, waiting for redeye flight which will take me to South Carolina... I'm still not sure it's a good idea, but am too embarrassed to turn around and go home. See cute boy waiting for plane, think "oh, I hope I sit next to him," and when I get on the plane, ooh I am sitting next to him. His name is Kevin and we talk all night through to Atlanta - he leans over and kisses me at one point and it was the sweetest kiss. We get to Atlanta, I'm going to SC out of one terminal, he's going to NC from another, so are standing kissing in the middle of the airport, neither wanting to say goodbye. He asks me to come with hi, and I very nearly do, but decide I'd better not, and walk away crying to go catch my plane.

I wish I'd gone.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 18:13 (twenty-two years ago)

(with hiM)

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 18:14 (twenty-two years ago)

Ha! I met a guy in an airport one time several years ago too. We both had like 3 hours to wait before our flights so we sat together. We had started chatted oddly because we were both wearing headphones and writing. He drew me some comic book characters and gave me his email address. I can't remember his name right now but I'm sure I have all that in one of my journals. I was in Atlanta at the time on a lay over.

― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 18:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Clearly Atlanta is the hookup

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 18:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Neil Michael Hagerty

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 18:21 (twenty-two years ago)

This sounds a lot like The Craigslist Missed Connections

I post to it constantly.

― phil-two (phil-two), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Those missed connections are hilarious/sad. They inevitably read like "I was the guy with the shirt, you were in line in front of me at Walgreen's, you had brown hair. You didn't see me but I saw you. Coffee?"

― ham on rye (ham on rye), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:20 (twenty-two years ago)

"I was sitting in the audience. You were dancing on stage with a pole. I loved the way you winked at me as I stuffed a five-dollar bill down your g-string. I think about you every night, and also when I'm the shower. Do you do the same? If so, email me"

― phil-two (phil-two), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)

But I actually know someone who met someone from a Missed Connection and said he was horribly boring.

― phil-two (phil-two), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:22 (twenty-two years ago)

I know two people who were seen in the "I Saw You" section of the free weekly, and both of them knew who had written the ad and were not excited.

― Chris P (Chris P), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Generally, there's a reason the Connection was Missed.

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:51 (twenty-two years ago)

― phil-two (phil-two), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:55 (twenty-two years ago)

Specifically, that reason is that YOU ARE A LOSER!

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 19:56 (twenty-two years ago)

An image of the back of the Village Voice popped into my head.

It's inevitable that there are "missed connections". V. sad is when you have the person's actual number/email, and you forget to use it anyway (guilty, cause of too many sprints through airports or day-after late concerts)

― Nichole Graham (Nichole Graham), Tuesday, 23 September 2003 21:09 (twenty-two years ago)

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