HAHAHAHAHAHA
by jachilli
cute emo boy at waffle house on mansell – w4m – 23
Reply to: xxx@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-05-07, 2:14AM EDT
i saw you tonight a little after midnight at the waffle house on mansell..
you~ dark hair, glasses, blue [i think?] t-shirt.. drinking coffee and smoking, sitting at a booth near the door with your friends..
me~ short reddish blonde hair, purpley-pink glasses, denim jacket.. eating toast and sitting at a booth with my friends near the cash register.
i kept looking at you.. and i think i saw you sneaking glimpses of me while talking to your friends. you were cute. maybe we can meet up over grits sometime.
Every time I describe craigslist to people, I refer to their “missed connections” section as the place where emo douches cry about being too shy to confront objects of their affection while waiting in line at Hardee’s. I love when examples validate me.
hot soup. I approve.
I’ve always been under the impression that emo kids never actually talk or have sex, they just look at each other longingly across crowded dance floors. If by some miracle of physics they actually kissed, they’d probably start crying before the kiss ended.
I think we’re moving too fast.
Aren’t you happy just holding hands?
Unless of course you’re looking for housing in DC, in whcih case its also a site for pornographers to try to solicit Eastern European girls who speak precious little english and need money, don’t believe me? Go check for housing in DC, and look at the ads by nordicblonde@europe.com. Go ahead, I dare you.
I must admit at least with the goth crowd you had some balls. These kids are just too heavy on angst now a days.
I’ve always loved the missed connections sections of personal ads. It’s like being a voyeur of creepy patheticness:
“I was driving down the highway and saw you get off on the 223 exit. We made eye contact for half a second and that’s when I realized we are soul mates!”
“You were the blonde girl washing your hair on friday night. I was the guy sitting in your tree watching you through the window. Please call me.”
“I make personalized erotic videos for customers with discerning tastes. You work in the pet store at the mall. ‘Let’s do it – let’s fall in love…’”
“You’ve never noticed the barely-developed foetal twin in your rib cage, but I’ve always been with you. Talk to me, sometime?”
Together, they fight crime…
wow.
that is amazingly special. i don’t think i’ve ever seen anything that amusing on craigslist in pittsburgh.
On top of it all, the missed connections’ chances of working are slim to none, as the odds of the intended target actually going to craigslist and spotting said missed connection, recognizing it and getting in contact … must be astronomical. I’m not going to bother with the math.
So in the end, it is just another forum in which someone can spew a great big “woe is me!” before the whole world, where otehrs can eye it and either feel a tiny twinge of pity, a gleeful and cruel twinge of oy at a chance to mess with some loser’s emotions, or simple amusement at the waste of time on the poster’s part. Ah, another wasted cry for help.
Huh. I must be bitter today. Hm. Ah well.
As for the emo and angst getting in the way of hooking up, I say it’s all for the better. If they just stare longingly at one another, they’re not reproducing so they’ll die out in relatively short order. Especially if they get their drugs involved in speeding up the process.
’tis a bummer
These emo kids crack me up. Walk into a music store at the mall, browsing through their CDs..some kid in eye liner and a lip ring comes up and asks what I’m looking for. I tell him Covenant or VNV….he stares blankly. Asked if they had anything that might have been Goth/Industrial/EBM/Darkwave/whatever else other kind of sub genres could substitute the phrase “I’m looking for something with a synthesizer and Europeans singing.” He tries to sell me an AFI cd.
Of course, I’d rather put up with the Emo kids then the guys who think “punk” means dressing like a retarded redneck.