Confession: I read the missed connections on Craigslist. No one has ever posted anything that could possibly be me, but still, I read them. Maybe it’s some lingering romanticism. Or some kind of voyeuristic curiousity. Probably I’m completely narcissistic, and I’m just dying for someone to write a poorly spelled and ungrammatical ode to my smile.
Do meet cutes happen in real life? I don’t think I’ve had a single great meeting story–maybe that’s because none of the resultant relationships have worked out, so I’m jaded about how we met. But still, it’s mostly been coworkers (don’t worry, I’ve learned my lesson… or at least, I like to think I have) and classmates. I gave my number out a few times when I was a waitress, which is generally not a good idea, but sometimes I’m just a sucker for persistence.
Clearly, I watch too many romantic comedies.
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