Craigslist: Missed Connection
Chicago, IL
"I wanted to talk to you. I really did. -m4w"
So I'm kind of a quiet guy, it turns out. God has given people worse curses, from what I can tell, and from what I see every day.
But you. I wanted to talk to you. I didn't know how. Isn't that funny? There you were -- everything I've ever wanted and needed in a woman -- there you were. Standing there. Waiting. Listening. Sending those messages that women send: "I'm listening."
I didn't know what to say. It's been buried so deeply for so long that it didn't come out right. It came out like a complicated German narrative poem on crack, or like Joni Mitchell on a 40.
You were all, like, "um. okay. whatever."
Later, the words came out right, and they *were* right, but you were gone.