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Missed Connections: Grossed Out Edition
Is Washington desperate for romance? Some of these situations sure suggest it.
bike/cab accident Tues. morning, 9:15am or so (new hampshire ave. near dupont)
Date: 2010-08-25, 12:29AM EDT
did anyone witness this accident on new hampshire just north of dupont circle? cab hit female biker w/ dark brown hair on blue bike. if so, please contact me. thanks!
Something tells me that using Missed Connections for insurance purposes is not the best way to get acccurate information.
Pirate getting coffee at Starbucks this AM - w4m (Clarendon)
Date: 2010-08-22, 11:51AM EDT
You’re cute! Hope everything is ok with your eye. You left before I could ask you if you were alright.
Who knew Jack Sparrow was a fan of carmel macchiatos? They must go great with rum.
Heidi Montag look alike at Cork yesterday - m4w (14th street)
Date: 2010-08-23, 2:22PM EDT
I think you smiled at me and I smiled back. Are you looking for your Spencer? Write me back if you would like to get a drink sometime.
The last thing this world needs is another Speidi. For the sake of humanity, I hope she doesn’t respond.
paper towels - m4w - 24 (Fair Oaks)
Date: 2010-08-22, 2:41AM EDT
Thanks for picking up someone else’s paper towels from the floor. You’re braver than me, but I hope you washed your hands before you ate!
Any bets on the context of this interaction? I’m not sure I really want to know what those paper towels were cleaning up.
gorgeous black woman - m4w - 45 (ft lincoln dc)
Date: 2010-08-20, 4:12PM EDT
You followed the wrong procession today at ft lincoln. I didnt think it would appropriate to ask you your name and phone number at a funeral. I feel like i missed an opportunity to meet a gorgeous woman. If you are interested in meeting send me a message I would love to hear from you…..
Someone took Will Ferrell’s character in Wedding Crashers a little too seriously.
You Puked on Me - 32 (Outside Russia House)
Date: 2010-08-22, 11:54PM EDT
That was f—- surreal. You, whoever you are, puked off the stairs leading up to Russia House, right over the railing and smack onto my head. And then, you were gone. I never got to thank you for bringing my night to a very strange close. It did give me a good chuckle. Also, thanks for drinking your vodka straight, or at least without an excess of chasers, such that your vomit was at least toward the low end of the vomit-volume spectrum.
Tell me what you had for dinner so I know it was you.
And who says romance is dead?