Missed Connection with my MC

MC with YooHoo chocolate drinks

2006-07-31T09:53:00.000-07:00

Reply to: pers-183625589@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-07-18, 10:41PM

Original URL: http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/mis/183625589.html

I totally miss you.

You were always there for me, waiting patiently in your small refrigerated section of my local supermarket. It was with glee that I picked you out from all the other so-called "chocolate" drinks, and happily enjoyed your refreshing taste after dinner.
You stopped coming by. You ran out on me. The once hallowed shelf of your happy home in the supermarket fridge is now barren with your absense, and my after dinner snackage is now only a shell of its former brilliance.

You were more than just a chocolate drink.

Bucket of honey or honey bucket? Hard to tell - m4w

2006-02-26T10:56:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-137125409@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-02-26, 5:20AM
San Diego MC Cl

You were the curvy girl, with the short shirt and tight pants trying to get your boyfriend to wake up after falling asleep drunk and driving your car into the septic station. I was the guy with the converted camper bus waiting patiently to dump my overflowing crapper down into the pump station he had just taken out. You carried him to safety through ankle deep feces. I respect your strength and loyalty even though he had the toothless park whore in the passenger seat. It all seemed quite beautiful until you started trying to remove his gold teeth with the leatherman tool you pulled from your back pocket. If only you had looked back at me. I was ready to help hold him down and help you find trust in another man. I've still got that overflowing crapper. Only now my hearts overflowing too for your golden love. If only the pee on the floor of my camperbus could be as golden as your heart shines.

this is in or around Rose Canyon Mobile Home Park

you looked sexy even though - m4w

2006-02-04T15:10:00.000-08:00

Date: 2006-02-03, 1:15AM PST

you looked sexy even though - m4w

...you were having a seizure. it was in the hair care section at the Vancouver walgreens. i was the guy in the blue shirt holding your legs while that old man put his wallet in your mouth. let's get together when you're feeling less woozy

This made the missed connections in Portland, Janurary 19th, 2006, as well as, the "best of craigslist."

AND.........................

you looked sexy even though...

...you were having a seizure. it was in the hair care section at the noe valley walgreens. i was the guy in the blue shirt holding your legs while that old man put his wallet in your mouth. let's get together when you're feeling less woozy.

This made the missed connections in San Francisco, January 29th, 2002, "best of craigslist"

Portland! Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

You re-post a "best of" as your own!

Bad bad bad! Naughty! Bad Portland! You should all get spankings!

-The rest of the craigslist community, and Craig too, if he saw this, would spank you!

this is in or around Bad!

pers-126689026@craigslist.org

PDX CL MC

this is in or around walgreens

connected with my soul - m4w

2006-02-03T19:02:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-126208948@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-17, 5:03PM PST

San Fran CL MC

Some nights when falling asleep, I feel you connected with my soul. Sometimes it's welcome, other times it feels a deep infringement, because you aren't in my life. Yet another night, I might be invading yours. One dream was sharing a kiss with you at nighttime in the rain. I didn't feel one drop of water, only the connection between us. Your lips against mine, but the connection flowed deeper. Another night, you kneeled down, gazed up into my eyes as if asking if I wanted you. A little farther back in time, I had a dream more erotic than any I've ever dreamt. I kissed slow circles, working my way around your pale perfect breasts. My tongue brushing against your engorged nipples. Many years ago you use to invade my dreams, but it wasn't the same then. The connection wasn't like it is now. They used to be smouldering dreams, and now they're white hot embers. There was also another connection I felt from you recently. You were in a very unpleasant situation. A man was enraged at you, and you were extremely upset, mad, and hurting.

Come back, little Benjamins! - 32

2006-02-02T18:46:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-130473172@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-02-01, 6:46PM EST
New York CL MC

You were bereft and alone, abandoned by the one who used to hold on to you so tight. Wrapped simply in black leather, huddled deep into your pockets, I found you.

At first, I thought: "Who put the fake cash in this wallet?"

But I quickly learned, there was nothing fake about you. Nothing at all. And our eyes met (all six pair - cause DAY-YUM...ahunneddollar, ya'll). I knew you needed a home, and I needed a good meal. I debated the ethics of our relationship. I dreaded the thought that this was a cruel joke on Cole Haan's part. But no...you were simply waiting to be found by me.

We were about to leave when the sales clerk came up to us, interrupting our moment with her eerily deep solicitious bedroom voice: "Find anything you like?"

And my conscience kicked my ass. And I let her steal you away from me, for the greater good of all Cole Haan shoppers (and my karma).

Come back, little Benjamins! Come back!

* this is in or around Columbus Circle

I knew this girl once. - m4w

2006-02-01T18:09:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-130167546@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-02-01, 9:37AM EST
New York CL MC

I knew this girl once. And she knew me too.

We used to spend nights outside, drinking wine from the bottle, living like the vagrants we thought we were. We both knew where we were going, we both loved where we were from.

We were just friends, but that didnt stop the perfect nights. Sometimes, when we had enough wine, and we had found that perfect record, and the darkness was perfectly still we both knew what we really wanted. I would press into her and taste the wine on her mouth. She would dig nails into my back. Her eyes always had that flash of danger, of something too much to handle.

I wanted to take her in stairwells as our friends walked on ahead, oblivious. I wanted to rip her shirt in the fury to get my skin onto hers. I wanted to bite her neck until I tasted the salty sweet blood that flowed through her warm body all the way down to her thighs were I could place my hand and feel how much she wanted me too. I wanted to consumer her. I wanted all of this because I was young, and she was young, and there was nothing that would stop us.

But she lives in Brooklyn now, and I dont. I burnt up, and maybe finally burnt out, but she is there, running through parks at 3am shouting out songs, she is my heart and she belongs there in the heart of the world. I knew this girl once. But she lives in Brooklyn now, and I dont.

a momentary lapse

2006-01-31T20:19:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125200712@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-13, 8:38PM PST
San Diego CL MC

i have had some wine, and so am now comfortably careless.
careless enough to say to no one in particular that i miss the brush of your lips...
across mine,
upon my cheek, my hand, my neck.... yes even my neck.
careless enough to admit to no one in particular
(no.... no initials will be given here)
that i can still feel your long warm body along the length of mine,
tonight anyway
with this wine, anyway.
tomorrow i will have returned to my senses.
tomorrow i will have all the reasons why
i should never have written these lines.
tonight i may be careless enough to send it to the one for whom it was written,
god willing.
god forbid.
a little more wine, please.
for courage, for reckless abandon, for a few more hours of beleiving in the possibility of fantasy...
for a few more hours of forgetting the pain.
(now wasn't that just a load of self-absorbed sh_t!)
my best wishes to the world!
i send you blessings from my cave!

and many thanks for indulging this closet poet,
in this almost-drunken display!

Kissing in the Rain - w4m - 29

2006-01-30T21:38:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-129894426@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-30, 4:46PM PST

SAN FRAN CL MC

The rain reminds me of you.
It makes me think of us curled up on your couch making out like a couple of teenagers while it falls outside.
Our warm bodies pressed up against one another. Your soft warm kisses all over my face and neck.
We move to your room and despite the cold we stay warm. Touching and caressing one another. Trying to memorize every curve of each others body because we don’t know when we’ll get to do it again. When I close my eyes I see you….

I’ve memorized your face, your body and your touch. These memories keep me warm on these cold and rainy nights but they aren’t you.

I wish things could have been different but they aren’t and we don’t want to hurt anyone.

So let me tell you... - m4w

2006-01-29T14:23:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125466670@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-15, 4:44AM PST
Seattle CL MC

We are men, not boys
We listen to you and feed off your feminousity
We back up what we say
We speak with truth
We are not religous but spiritual
We die for our brothers
We live for our women
Everything else besides, you are the core of what matters... Thanks for your beauty... a 27 yr old who knows....

cold hearted orb that rules the night

2006-01-28T18:09:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125381926@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-14, 4:18PM PST

Seattle CL MC

On the plains of hesitation

Lie the bleached bones of countless millions

Who sat down to wait—

And while they waited,

they died.

this is in or around the full moon

Love can't live on SPAM alone - w4m

2006-01-26T12:28:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125026914@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-13, 9:30AM PST
Seattle CL MC

I don't want a rolex,

or a penis enlargement

or viagra, levitra, or cialis...

I want you.

and/or (preferably and)

I want us to understand one another.

We're better than this.

I want us to be much more than this.

What is it that you want?

t

To all the women I missed - m4w - 27

2006-01-25T12:19:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125228849@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-14, 12:39AM PST

Seattle CL MC

To all the women I missed.

Women, with your beautiful smiles, hiding amongst the avocados,

your eyes haunting and alluring, darting and then meeting suddenly with mine while I am getting coffee. Your casual banter about donuts and pies excites me. I bring fire from the mountain and give you strength to get donuts of your own.

To all the women whose smile has brightened my day, whose mere existence has made me say "Damn!". To all the hot moms. To all the hot college girls. To all the hot high school girls, er, I mean college girls. To all the women in all the coffee shops in all the world: I love you! Lets have sex!

this is in or around Anywhere

Tomorrow I will be fine, but I just can't lose anymore tonight - m4w - 45

2006-01-24T00:30:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-127966466@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-23, 10:28PM PST

Tomorrow I will be fine

but I just can’t lose anymore tonight.

When do I deserve to find someone who gives as I?

My memory searches for that sweet boy

that I used to be.

Who had yet to learn

the loneliness of losing.

I want to call you up and tell you

that tomorrow I will be fine,

but I just can’t lose anymore tonight.

But you’re not there, because you were never there.

You were safe in my virtual love,

and tonight you are gone.

And there is no one left to tell

that tomorrow I will be fine

but I just can’t lose anymore tonight.

Girl Who let Her Bike Shit on the Bart

2006-01-23T22:44:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-127965554@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-01-23, 10:21PM PST
San Fran CL MC

That's great. Just fine! You know why they don't let animals on the BART!? because they shit on it! and then people step on it and their feet smell like shit for weeks! I saw you pull a large clod of shit out of your bike wheel and then just left it there to stink up the whole train. If you can't house train your bike don't take it on the bart, or next time some one will shove that shit up your ass and make you shit it out again into a toilet where shit should be shat! Shit!!

MC w/the thieving bastard..

2006-01-22T23:09:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-127359071@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-21, 8:51PM EST
Washington DC CL MC

I was just doing my laundry, you bastard.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the only person who thought it would be okay to leave my box of dryer sheets in the laundry room while the clothes were washing. I leave my laundry basket there all the time. Nobody's ever stolen it. So why would dryer sheets be any different if I happen to take them downstairs before I need them and just leave them there?

While dryer sheets are really good at getting rid of static cling, apparently your fingers have far more static than even a whole box can deal with, because they sure as hell stuck to yours. You should see a doctor about that.

In Iran, the court-appointed doctor would chop your hand off. That'd cure you. There are Iranians living in this building. I don't know if they're chopping or non-chopping Iranians, but I wouldn't mess with them. They'll fuck you up.

You know, if you'd run out and just needed a couple to finish your laundry, I wouldn't have minded. No big deal. I'm the oldest of three, I learned to share at an early age. But you, you stole an entire unopened box. And it's not as though you could possibly have mistaken them for yours; I left them in MY laundry basket which was sitting on top of the washing machine in which were washing MY clothes. (I guess I should consider myself lucky you didn't steal my clothes. Probably weren't your size. Yeah, I saw you in there with your friend. I know who you are. Bitch.)

Oh, and I bet you thought it was real funny to leave a used dryer sheet in my laundry basket. I bet you're real proud of that one. Keep pulling stunts like that and you'll be on Jimmy Kimmel in no time. Oh yeah, you're a fucking comedic genius all right. I bet you just kill 'em down at the improv. "So I stole this guy's dryer sheets the other day. And, um, he's going to have really bad static?"

You know what? I still had some upstairs. My jeans are static-free, so you, you fucking Bounce-stealing bastard, can kiss my dryer-fresh ass.

screw you - m4m

2006-01-21T02:09:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-127178058@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-21, 1:31AM PST

San Fran CL MC

Fuck it. I think I've finally come 'round to just wanting you completely the fuck out of my life. I'm tired of you, your bullshit, you half-assed and selfish approach towards friendships, relationships and humankind in general. There's still nothing more important in your life than your ego and your next stupid fuck.

I feel like moron for putting up with you this long. Get used to the voicemail greeting. That's the last of my voice you'll be hearing until you finally get the idea you've been written-off entirely.

Get back to being your shitty old self. You've got another new one to distract you from your conscience and low self-esteem. Enjoy it while it lasts, because that's the best you'll ever get.

Smitten........

2006-01-20T20:23:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-124113262@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-01-10, 7:05AM PST
Eugene OR CL MC

Is it late where you are; lips sore from kissing? Parts of the body aching from teeth too close together? Is it hard where you are?

This is not so much a missed connection as a connection that has been missing.

You've unzipped me; temple to temple, third-eye-down. I crave your compassion, seek your wisdom, treasure your opinion, chase your dreams.

I'm sleep deprived lust, embodiment of primality, seduction of images, wetness of mouth.

I'm blinded, bound; bitten.

* this is in or around Inside your head

the princess who could not be - m4w

2006-01-19T15:30:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-126784026@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-19, 3:20PM PST

San Fran Cl MC

i feel like i am withdrawing from a drug right now. my body aches and my
mind can't stop thinking about getting more of what will make me feel
better, even though i know that it is the most toxic thing i can have and
will only make me hurt more. i want to hear her, see her, touch her and feel
her. i feel incapable of any rational thought, that my body will do anything
to regain the closeness of her. i am reminded each moment that she is not
here, that she has done everything that i need her to do in order to make me
despise her yet i still feel a tremendous longing for her. I am afraid for
her safety and comfort, i am afraid that she will not learn how to deal with
these issues, that she will spend the rest of her life lost and in pain,
that she will repeat these mistakes perpetually. i want her to be okay, i
want her to know that i still love her that i still care so deeply for her.

i have done everything in my capacity to make this work. i have given
chances past chances. i have tried to be as honest and clear as possible. i
have been stepped on and treated like dirt, had shit piled on top of shit,
learned that one can be loved and still disrespected and that i am capable
of making boundaries and keeping them, but he amount of pain required to get
here has been devastating. i can say 'i love you you stupid cruel bitch' in
one sentence and feel the deepest pain i have ever known. I have stayed
sober until now and do not plan on giving up tomorrow. i have relied heavily
on the support of my friends, sometimes asked too much of them, but only
because i know they can give it to me. i will continue to rely on them to
carry me through the fire because they are the only god i know right now.
the complexity of emotion i carry within me, the confusion of feelings i am
going through and the insanity i feel are overpowering to me. I feel as
though at any moment my heart will burst through my chest and my head will
spin away from me. thoughts of suicide and drinking pass through me and the
words of people who care about me talk me through the agony.

i am afraid to be anywhere right now. i am afraid that i will not let myself
fall in love again, that i will make myself lonely rather than love another
person. i must use the friends around me to learn how to be honest, to set
boundaries, to love someone as a friend, to feel sadness and true emotion.

RE: you looked sexy even though - m4w

2006-01-18T15:11:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-126767961@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-19, 2:22PM PST

PDX CL MC

As an ER Nurse, I think that it was nice that you wanted to help, but NEVER hold someone down when they are having a seizure and NEVER put anything in their mouth!! Call 911 and turn them one their side (so they don't choke on their vomit/swallow their tongue) and let the seizure run it's course. You could have hurt that sexy someone the way you handled that.

It's come to this... - m4w

2006-01-17T19:22:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-125175480@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-13, 6:16PM PST
SF CL MC

this scene I now see from above - a certain distance - there is the girl on the couch and a boy, back turned, bathed in the blue haze of the stereo. The boy beginning to talk doesn't notice what is happening but he soon turns around. It is the first time he sees you cry. You are beautiful to him and he now knows that you have been hurt and you have carried it here - to this point in time, just like himself. How he knew what to say then, knew his small gift, the one thing salvaged from a past pain he once endured. Words that whispered calm to your heart, like only the words of another can. Oh how he once spoke to you from this place. In time he would forget this gift, forget himself. How he wishes to be spoken the words that release us from the burden of the world, of ourselves - words that can only come from another.

this is in or around memories

RE: Comfort Food (downtown / civic / van ness)

2006-01-16T13:15:00.000-08:00

(downtown / civic / van ness)
Reply to: pers-126446343@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-18, 1:11PM PST
SAN FRAN CL MC

In this world comfort should be seen as a loving and giving thing, to offer comfort, love and nurturing to those whom you love, it is highly under rated. In a world that gives little comfort, to want that for those you love is not a selfish or bad thing.

Expounding on the true nature of love is meaningless unless you have actually practiced it. It is just intellectualizing it and making sound as though you know what it is. Until you have held your child’s head when they are sick, listened to their hurts and pain, honored them when they should have been so honored instead of making a mockery of them, then your words of love are empty. Until you take their hurt and pain into your heart and wish more for them than you wish for yourself, you can never know love and this I know to be true. I've done it.

Words that come out of books have no value in the world of humans. Actions always speak louder than words, the deeds done, the efforts one puts forth to those that are lovable and deserve true love. You have failed at this and more.

A lack of support, real support to help them be better people rather than saying that they probably never will be actualized is wholly unloving. Until you have lived it, day after day, you cannot know what is love is no matter how well spoken the words. It is always in the deed, not the words. Efforts put forth to others for the need of validation and popularity and more, is not love. Love in it’s purest form is selfless, not self serving. You may have throngs of people who like you, but love is something that comes with hard work, attention, nurturing and so much more. Role play has nothing to do with love.

All the magnificent and intelligent words can never come close to making up for what one never did, when one should have. To neglect the very heart of a child is not love, it is selfish and unforgiving. To lie on their lives is the mirror opposite of love. Love is in the doing, the giving and to let your child know who you are and to want to know who they are. Time spent.

Demeaning their very birth is to reject them in the most cruel way imaginable. To have derided them here on such a forum in such a low way is unforgivable. You know nothing about love, again and again I will say it and know it true. I never saw you express real love to anyone, sex is confused with an ability to love. They have nothing to do with it.

You may think you know but you don't and the reason I know this is simple. I would rather take the hurt and pain of all this, than to have them hurt and you instead lie on their live and those whom they love.

You know nothing about love at all.

You're still remembered...

2006-01-15T23:52:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-124949203@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-13, 12:12AM PST

LA CL MC

I loved her with a pureness of youth that could never be re-found. Things are different, maybe, when a heart is young. The world hadn’t shown us pain yet, and love is true and naïve without being tainted by reality of later years. At times, when I’m especially feeling lonely, I’ll think about where she might have been now had she lived. I wonder how she would have grown, what she would look like.

It’s been fifteen years today, Melanie, when I held you in my teenage arms as you bled to death. Don’t worry, I’ve learned to grow and move on in life, but on this day, your memory will always remain tucked inside a corner of my heart.

Still, more than anything, I’d love to sit with you again, just one more time under the trees, and do nothing but make silly small talk and smile shyly at each other. Experiencing that innocence of youth, that brief moment in life, where our futures were before us, and our pasts were too small to yet have meaning.

Missing you...

comfort foods in your minds eye

2006-01-14T23:37:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-126283070@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-17, 11:16PM PST
SAN FRAN CL MC

Judge me without mystery, without warrant.

Turn off the camera

and I fly free

find my way home

of goodness and purity

of body and mind

slow to wake for cravings
of peace ... tranquility

slowly and surely.

"It seems easier to be God than to love God, easier to control people than to love people." - Henri Nouwen

No more. No posts for sweetness Gone

or sadness In, or friendship lost ...

... no more.

IT has been Said, then, there and allaround.

The Patchwork...Frayed.

To save a quilt?

No More To Be Said.

...please say nothing more for me here... I don't hate you. Just let us go without words spoken...

this is in or around ...not so distant future

How to make love

2006-01-13T18:05:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-124869144@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-12, 4:37PM PST
SF CL MC

HOW TO MAKE LOVE

Ingredients:

4 Laughing eyes
4 Well-shaped legs
4 Loving arms
2 Firm milk containers
2 Nuts
1 Fur-lined mixing bowl
1 Firm banana

Directions:

1. Look into laughing eyes.

2. Spread well-shaped legs with loving arms.

3. Squeeze and massage milk containers very gently.

4 Gently add firm banana to mixing bowl, working in and out until well creamed. For best results. Continue to knead milk containers.

5. As heat rises, plunge banana deep into mixing bowl and cover with nuts, leave to soak (preferably NOT overnight).

6. The cake is done when banana is soft. If banana does not soften, repeat 4 steps 3-5 or change mixing bowls.

Notes:

1. If you are in an unfamiliar kitchen, wash utensils carefully before and after use.

2. Do not lick mixing bowl after use.

3. If cake rises, leave town.

this is in or around San Francisco

I caught your eye while you were walking somewhere - m4w

2006-01-12T13:29:00.000-08:00

Reply to: pers-126096208@craigslist.org

Date: 2006-01-17, 10:51AM PST
Portland OR CL MC

I caught your eye while you were walking somewhere and I was walking somewhere else. Or possibly we were both sitting. Or maybe one of us was walking. Or you might have actually have been driving.

Anyway, the chemistry between us -- wow. The path from your eyes to mine was like a sunbeam of sex, a moonbeam of michief and mirth and musty, lusty September loving. Or August loving maybe. This might have been last Christmas. Anyway, whatever.

You were a svelte brunette with indie-rock glasses playing harpichord, or a bootylicious blonde in black hotpants volunteering at the homeless shelter. Or you might have been a sassy redhead college coed smoking a doobie. Or somewhere in between. Anyway, you were hot. Or cute. Or you had kind of your own style going, and it was sexy. Or you were mostly covered up and I couldn't totally tell. Or you were dancing on a table and I was dropping singles like they was jacks on the pavement.

Anyway, we saw each other in Denver (it might have been Miami) and it was a thing of beauty, except for its brevity. But I felt something special, something special where it counts. I wish I had talked to you. I bet you wish you had talked to me. I bet it keeps you up at night. I bet you'd die for a second chance. I bet twenty-five dollars on the Seattle Seahawks.

If you want a second chance to blow this opportunity to try your luck at loving, please contact me via email. Or just meet me next weekend at Starbucks or on I/5. I'll be the one wearing a shirt.

I think we can make this into something. It could be love. Or it could just be a really awesome roll in the hay, and then an awkward run-in three weeks later at the hardware store. Or maybe we'll become worst of enemies, and you'll key my car once with your friends when you're drunk. Or maybe it could be five or six awesome rolls in the hay. Or maybe we can just be friends, and I can boff your sister. Or maybe it could be eight or nine awesome rolls in the hay. The possibilities are literally without limit!!!

If you know what I'm talking about, and I think you do, or possibly you don't, please, please, please send me an email. You know you won't regret it. Probably.

this is in or around somewhere