A Missed Connection
November 19, 2011
The following story is based on a real experience I had when I lived in NYC. Its set up as a “missed connections” ad you would find in the back of a magazine or weekly paper.
Location: Gramercy Park
Time: April 17th, 5pm
I was the jogger running around the park in a t-shirt and shorts with my headphones on.
You: walking in the opposite direction completely naked.
You: walking down the street confident and vulnerable.
Me: trying not to stare at your junk.
You: tall handsome flawless with the air of a successful businessman without the suit.
Me: intrigued, embarrassed, wondering if it would be inappropriate to slip my business card in your butt crack.
You: picked up by the local authorities.
Me: left with a missed encounter.
If this finds you, I hope our paths cross again.
Call me, I’ll cover the bail.
It Ain't Hemingway 