Looking for a last-minute Valentine? The good news is you may have already met! This week’s best Missed Connections are dedicated to those still looking for love—from pizza places to the Pentagon.
be my valentine, yellow-pants-girl – m4w (college park)
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Date: 2009-02-03, 4:41PM EST
you looked back at me I THINK because you realized that we should probably just be each other’s valentines.
you: yellow pants
me: pink flannel, sweeping
Or maybe she just looked back at you because you were wearing pink flannel…
You came to my bar – m4w – 27 (Local 16)
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Date: 2009-02-04, 7:42PM EST
I was at the door, your shoe fell off, I replaced it for you. I was too shy to tell you how fine you were in that dark dress and that I wanted to talk to you… You are so fine, and I want to talk to you. Write me.
Sounds like Cinderella. Hope you find a fairy tale ending.
Passing in the Pentagon – m4m – 30 (Pentagon)
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Date: 2009-02-05, 9:42AM EST
Where: Pentagon, Mezzanine level between corridors 7&8.
You: Hot, Navy petty officer. Tall, dark and handsome.
I was walking very slowly with an African American woman talking and you were stuck walking behind us. It thought i recognized you (prior navy here) and it occured to me that i remember seeing you frequently at the personnel office in Norfolk about 8 yrs ago. I thought you were Hot then too.
very discrete here but I’d love to get to know you.
A government love affair in the Pentagon? Better keep it classified.
Gorgeous 2 Amy’s Hostess – m4w (Washington DC)
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Date: 2009-02-03, 11:41PM EST
You loved my beard… I loved your blouse & chutzpah. I had a table of five; you seated us. I think we had a real connection… let’s grab some pizza sometime.
Let’s hope you left a nice tip.
You touched my butt at the Andrew Bird show. – m4w – 26 (9:30 Club)
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Date: 2009-02-04, 1:09AM EST
I was standing next to my friend when you touched my shoulder. I moved aside for you to walk past, and you slid your hand down to my rear as you passed by. It certainly didn’t seem accidental, but you kept moving and disappeared into the crowd before I could gather my wits. That’s a hell of a way to say hello!
Anyway, you looked cute and we have at least one band in common… don’t just goose a boy and disappear!
Some potentially dangerous combination of the above?
She grabbed your butt and you let her get away? Good luck with the ice skates and booze.