I once got really drunk at a bar in Raleigh and met a fella (who had no interest in women, I assure you) who was drunk as well. We had a whirl-wind, 2-hour relationship where at some point I told him to think up the most absurd Missed Connection for me and post it to Craiglist to remind me that we should hang out while sober. This was after I wrote how old I thought he was on his face with a sharpie but before I left some other dude a napkin note that he was obviously listening to his lady friend’s sob stories to get into her pants and that he was “clearly a saint” but it just wasn’t going to happen.
I used to be a lot of fun*.
Anyhow, a friend’s tweet tonight about Missed Connections posts on Craigslists reminded me of that random and hilarious encounter at what was to become one of my favorite bars in Raleigh, years and years ago before everything went to hell and then came back to Earth.
These days, I try not to make eye contact with people. I haven’t written on someone’s face in a long time, nor am I quick to leave people who’s conversations I’ve been eavesdropping in notes about the sex they’re probably not going to be having. I haven’t gotten in a drunk argument in a long time, physical or political. I am so fucking boring anymore.
I wish I could remember what that guy wrote as the Missed Connection almost five years ago. It’s probably for the best that stuff like that is fleeting, but it was fun, and I want to get that spirit back.
2012 may be the end of the world, but it’s the rebirth of awesome over here. Yep…that sounded pretty stupid! Whatever nerds! It’s my blog!
Please don’t stop reading it, though.
*If your idea of fun is being a drunk asshole, yeah, I’m your man**!
**I think we’ve gone over this before…I’m a lady.
EDIT! 12/28 11:36am CST: I forgot, I gave a stranger a wedgie and then almost got punched in the face by that same stranger (a dude) a few months ago. I’m not boring! I just don’t drink as much as I used to. Time to fix that?
