28 posts tagged “missed connections”
We did each other - forgot your name and number - m4w - 26 (Wilshire)
Reply to: pers-629633661@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-04-03, 9:25PM PDT
Did you behind Urrth Cafe. Forgot to get your name and number, but will
never forget you. Please contact me and give detailed description of
what you were wearing and my genitalia.
Hugsandkisses
hilarious, hot, large breasted woman outside of UCB Friday - m4w - 23
Reply to: pers-625192397@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-31, 10:12AM PDT
I know you are out there.... I was casually walking down Franklin in my
plastic-rimmed emo glasses and my thrift store Fedora when I saw you...
tall, gorgeous, exotic. I was too intimidated to go talk to you... but
I know you saw me. If you see this, I want you to deliver..... REAL
GOOOD....REAL GOOD.....REEEEAAAAAL GOOOOOOOOD!
Email me and maybe we can hookah?
-JJ
Sorry I called you a B*TCH - m4w (Santa Monica) 25yr
We were laughing and drinking together and I thought we had great chemistry. You were so easy to converse with. One way or another the subject of the NCAA basketball tournament came up, and you said you picked UCLA to win it all. Then I called you a "dumb b*tch" and criticized your stupid pick. You looked puzzled at first, then maybe like you were going to cry, and then we each turned our attention to other people. Upon introspection, I maybe should have phrased it differently than I did - sorry for that, but I stand by my words because UCLA is not going to win the tournament.
And to anyone not involved here but reading this, I ask - who was more out of line here?
YOU PASSED ME BY... AND YOU ARE... - m4w
Reply to: pers-615783209@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-23, 9:37AM PDT
SLIM, PETITE, VERY TOP HEAVY.. DRESSED SEXY IN A MINI DRESS, BOOTS SEXY
TOP.. YOUSMILED AT ME WITH YOUR FULL LIPS, WHITE TEETH.. YOU HAD A TINY
BUBBLE ASS AS I TURNED AND LOOKED BACK AT YOU.. YOUARE AT LEAST A 34D
OR DD.. NATURAL WILL YOU READ THIS AND CONTACT ME..
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Hey! Extremely attractive, big breasted woman in Los Angeles! Someone is talking to you! C'mon. Surely someone has to know this big breasted woman. She sounds so distinct! What are the odds more than one person would match this description?
Why are you so damn sexy at work everyday?? - m4w - 36
Reply to: pers-602854502@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-03-11, 11:28AM PDT
I try not to look but I can't help myself. And your smile gets me every time.
Stop it...ha ha...Actually don't it brightens my day!!
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To the girl who ran into my car door on her bike - m4w - 49
Reply to: pers-563591696@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-02-05, 7:10AM PST
As you peddled away crying, I realized that I had over reacted. I was
having a bad day and had just spent a lot of money on a new paint job,
but pulling a gun on you was out of line. I'd like to make a formal
apology in person. Over a bottle of wine and/or dinner, perhaps?
UPDATE: This is the original as seen in my RSS:
Fairfax Bus Stop - yeah u know what I'm talkin'bout - m4w (Between 3rd & 6th & my dreams)
You were the girl waiting for the bus. The quintissential girl waiting for the bus. Killer curls, the style to go with them and the attitude to back it all up -- you dripped with all these and more just the way you stood there.
While I was soaking it all in your eyes were stuck on me, too.
Me, riding my bike (the most dangerous and incompatible thing to be ogling during...)
We wanted to smile more but like an ass I didn't slow down to indulge in the moment.
Today I was a victim of a curse of being bicycle guy -- there is no stopping, nothing I can offer then and there to sexy-waiting-for-bus girl. There's no "need a lift?" when you're on a 10-speed.
I suppose I could've offered a ride on my handlebars. And I suppose this would be an open invitation for the same.
Come sit on my handlebars. Let's go for a ride, Bus Stop Girl!
Bartender, Bartender, Please Fill Me Up - m4w - 23
Reply to: pers-554178478@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-01-28, 2:47AM PST
To the alluring bartender at Bar 107,
I would never attempt to pursue a bartender. Bartenders are considered 'the unattainable'. Especially one as attractive as you... tall, dark hair, blue eyes, amazing body. You're job is to flirt; that's how you reel in those tips...
However, you pursued me. Quite adamantly, I will say. Perhaps it's because I semi-ignored you the first time I was there- assuming you were just being a typical bartender (we all want what we can't have). Maybe it was because I was there alone (for some reason, women love loners). Maybe it seemed like I was playing it cool (in reality, I never thought you were actually interested in me).
Do not get me wrong... I think you're very attractive. I really appreciated the cute note you wrote on my receipt about my "beautiful smile" and how it "makes you melt". I could use the attention, no doubt. However, I don't need to play games.
You gave me your phone number and we played text-message-footsies for a few days. It was all cute and fun. We made plans to hang out on a Monday, but then you didn't get back to me late that day saying you were too hungover to go out.
The night you introduced yourself to me you said "I hope you come back soon, you're really cute. I saw your ID - I'm a little older than you..." I was excited that you were older because I thought you would be mature and not play silly games. Perhaps I was wrong...
Just to clue you in; the night we met, I was there to DRINK, not to meet people. That's why I was there alone. I was attempting to drink away my broken heart. A heart broken by a girl who played silly games. I didn't need the same thing from you.
If you are sincerely interested, then let's drop the cat and mouse game. If you're not actually interested, fine. You can't break my heart more than it already is.
Bottom line; I want to be able to go back to Bar 107 to hang out. I really like it there. Whether I go there to meet other women or to see you is completely up to you. The ball is in your court.
- Beautiful Boston Boy
I like mine RARE - m4w
I followed you home to that big white house in one of them rich park areas, and I watched your sweet little beehind till you disappeared into the house. Man did I wanna just go out and grab you from behind and just have you right there out in the open.
but you know, I didn't, but I did go through your trash can, cause you know, a person's trash tells an awful lot about them. like for example, I know you use herbal essenses shampoo. mmm mmm... I can just pretend I'm smelling your hair, you all naked and wet after you shower. mmm you get me sprung just thinking about it.
oh by the way,
I was that guy in the corner with the greasy hair, cuz you know, I just got done with burying a body and I was a little bit sweaty and shit, but normally I'm all nice and I smell good you know, cuz I spray on a little of my mama's perfume after I take a dump. just in case. you watch it, i'm all Channel numero five on you. so peace out!
Trader Joe's (palms) I spilled coffee! - m4w - 34
Reply to: pers-543766511@craigslist.org
Date: 2008-01-18, 3:31PM PST
I was in line in front of a lovely lady and I spilled a bit of coffee
on myself. she handed me a napkin and really sweet and kind. She was
very lovely and had on a great pair of boots. Are you her? :)
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The person who wrote this clearly has sexual feelings for their mother.
That is all.
