In my early twenties, I would often be caught reading the Missed Connections section in SF Weekly or the SF Guardian. I was single, living in San Francisco, somewhat directionless and was looking for meaning in life… or just a cute boy. This is time before Craigslist became what is today. Back then, people actually paid good money to put up a classified listing on the local newspaper. The disappearance of classified listings due to sites like Craigslist and other online publications has partially contributed to the near death of newspapers and print media in general, but I digress. Back to the topic of today, the Missed Connections.
One day, I found myself reading the Missed Connections section of the Craigslist while doing some job search, and I found myself in one of the post. It went something like… “I sat next to you on 38 Geary bus from downtown. You, short black hair, cute, wearing a red coat, me, dark hair… we talked about dancing and you had to get off….”
Sophie Blackall, artist living in New York, takes it a step further. She reads the Missed Connections and illustrates her favorites. Most of them beautiful and romantic but some are downright hilarious. She describes her Missed Connections project like this:
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Messages in bottles, smoke signals, letters written in the sand; the modern equivalents are the funny, sad, beautiful, hopeful, hopeless, poetic posts on Missed Connections websites. Every day hundreds of strangers reach out to other strangers on the strength of a glance, a smile or a blue hat. Their messages have the lifespan of a butterfly. I’m trying to pin a few of them down.
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Here are a few of my favorites.
Monday, November 2nd, 2009
You left your coat here last winter – w4w
… or rather, you let me wear it home.
I found fun dip in one pocket and your NYPL card in the other.
It’s going to keep me deliciously warm this winter as I rack up mountains of overdue fines.
Monday, August 17, 2009
- m4w – (greenpoint)
asked myself why the letter ‘n’ all night long, then you were gone before i got a chance to ask. also, i saved you a piece of cake.
do you always sit in a circle of asian girls? and sit at the top of the stairs so everyone gets a crush on you when they get to the roof?