The poetry of missed connections

Your eyes locked. There were sparks. But alas, it was too late. The next morning, you turned to Craiglist’s missed connections for help, thinking you’re the only one poking around online trying to find that fetching lad or lass you from last night

“Ships that pass is a “collection of fake, imagined, and literary missed connections posted to Craigslist and then re-posted with real and actual responses to fake, imagined, and literary missed connections.”

Here’s a sample of a "fake" missed connection:

L Train this Morning / m4w / Brooklyn

You were on the L train wearing skinny jeans and an expression of doubt. I share that doubt, and wanted to share my thoughts on podcasting, 19th century Russian novels, and French pressed coffee. Your body language implied you are interested in these things, as well as polka music (in a strangely unironic way), East Asian horticulture, and car racing. I could tell that you were listening to some minimal techno, or electro, or The National, or Jigga. And so was I. I think that if we meet, I will explode into knowing the exact way to sing in the shower and cook pasta for your tiny mouth. If you felt the same way, let me know, smoke signals, etc.

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And here are some actual responses to the Ad:

I’ll bet you enjoy the Times on Sunday, spending your weekends lounging on a blanket at McCarren Park playing scrabble after a large brunch. If you’d like to, we can watch independent films, cook dinner listening to 60s Motown records and you can marvel at my random use of antiquated diction and perfect spelling.

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What color were the jeans and what time was it? I’d hate to be the wrong person to converse with about polka music over pasta…

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I was sitting on the L train this morning though I’m positive your missed connection was not with me, I cant help but want something big to happen soon. Like really soon. Like in twenty minutes soon. When the class is over soon. I hate Wednesdays and expectations always harm more then they help. Maybe one day I’ll inspire a random show of affection in the form of a shower bravado and pasta cooking.

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