Friday’s Missed Connections
Comments: 2 - Date: March 28th, 2003 - Categories: Uncategorized
JASON WHO WORKS in Arlington Heights: I met you at John Barleycorn on Saturday 3/15. You were watching the U of I game with your frat brothers/ friends. We talked for a while. I even brought you a shot. Maybe we can meet up again. (Chicago Reader)
Oh, shit, Paul. You should have come out with us for the Illini game last Saturday. JB was totally crowded, as usual, but we got a pledge to show up at eight to get us a table. Halfway through the game, we were buzzing pretty hard. There was this table of cute girls next to us, and we started talking to them. I had my eye on this one girl, but you know how it goes. She went for Jason. They all went for Jason. That fucker gets all the pussy.
YOUR GREAT SMILE 3/15. We’ve been on the streetcar together. We smiled at each other as we entered the march from the waterfront near the booths (you were in black jacket, plaid shirt). I’d like to finally meet. Coffee? (Portland Mercury)
It was his buttons that caught her eye. The T-man’s jacket was completely tiled with buttons supporting various liberal causes. Some were funny, and she agreed with a lot of them. And he was attractive! So she did the natural thing, the third-finger sweep. She smiled a little when he didn’t appear married.
2/24/03 - ARBY’S ON Burnet Rd. I picked up your change from the floor, talked about not knowing the weather would be bad. Didn’t get your name, I would like to. (Austin Chronicle)
The tips of his fingers felt really warm when he put Laura’s quarter, dime, and nickel into her palm. They felt like they’d been in mittens, but it was 60 degrees outside. Laura considered whether or not he might have a fever as she darted between the raindrops back to her car, holding her sandwich bag. She tripped over the curb and barely caught her balance, but dropped the coins again. They stared up at her at the bottom of an oily puddle.
ELLIOT BAY PIZZA GIRL Not unlike Amelie, my heart glowed when I saw you. You: dark hair and big, beautiful eyes. Me: Can’t eat pizza without thinking of you. Respond soon. It’s too hot. (Seattle Weekly)
Why did Jerry find that girl attractive? She caught his eye after she bit into a slice of pizza and then spit it out into her hand. She gulped down her beer and fanned her mouth, but the damage was done. Jerry knew the bitch that was a burned tongue and he felt for her. What tickled him was how she burst out laughing when she daubed a napkin soaked in ice-water on her tongue.