Musical Missed Connections
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
We have a great story here from San Diego – talk about creativity! Our lovelorn poets gets a thumbs-up from me on this cute interaction. The MC is filled with folks who never take the chance of approaching someone so it’s a pity he got shot down. Don’t give up, Steve! Someday, someone will find you, and your smooth moves, charming enough to give over their name.
Influx Cafe
Missed Connections in San Diego
You sat at the end of the row of tables at Influx Cafe. I noticed you as I entered and decided to sit at the second to last table. Beside you.
There was a lull in the evening rain. You had just finished your tea, but seemed hesitant to leave. I watched you from the corner of my eye as you gathered your belongings into a neat pile and left to use the restroom. You had great style and smooth legs.
You sat down for one last moment. I pretended to look indie on my Mac Book Pro. I wasted the opportunity to say hello.
As the front door closed behind you I panicked. I hastily pulled out a post-it pad from my laptop sleeve, wrote down my name and number, Steve 408 xxx xxxx, and rushed outside.
“Excuse me, I think you dropped this.”
I handed over the folded note. With an air of confusion you read it.
“Sorry, this is not mine,” you said politely as you handed back the note. Had you grown insensitive to such advances?
I opened the note as if to read it for the first time.
“Your name is not Steve?,” I asked with Michel Cera naivety.
“No.”
“What is your name then?”
You laughed under your breath, rolled your eyes, and returned my smirk with a smile.
