You’re on the subway reading the latest New York Times bestseller, when you look up to see a gorgeous stranger giving you the come-hither look. You lock eyes, flirting with raised eyebrows and half-smiles until one of you gets off (the subway—get your mind out of the gutter!) By the time you get home, you’ve planned the wedding and have named your future child Orange.

The only problem? You don’t even know this person’s name, let alone their phone number. Luckily for you, there’s Craigslist. The same place where you buy your used furniture and sex is also the place to go to for your “missed connections.” Just post your ad with details about where and when you saw your future soul mate/one night stand, cross your fingers, and hope they’re on Craigslist looking for you too.

I’ll admit—I may have perused the Missed Connections section in NYC in the past. And I’m always left feeling some mixture of hopefully, disturbed, and amused. A rundown of my favorite recent missed connections:

The Good:
F train- you told me I was beautiful as you exited the train - w4m
Around 11:30 this morning (Saturday, June 30th) -
you: orange polo, great smile, got on the train somewhere in downtown brooklyn
me: brown hair, polka dotted pink dress
Exchanged smiles and eye contact. I wish I wasn’t such a pussy and had talked to you at the time. What you said to me as you were getting off the train was very sweet and has kept me smiling for the rest of the day. Read More »