Musical Missed Connections
I Imagine Everything I Read Is From You
Missed Connections in Austin
..and I can’t stop myself from tuning in. Sometimes I’ll read something with my initial and it will be beautiful and passionate and full of love or lust and I’ll imagine that you’re longing for me the way I’m longing for you. I’ve thought about you everyday for months now. I feel like we’re finally close to physical intimacy, but maybe you’re not up for the emotional intimacy and that’s what I want more than anything.
I love love. I love to give it. I love to receive it. I love jumping head first into hot, passionate, obsessive, all-consuming love if I feel that I’m adored in return. You mentioned one day that we might have that in common but I don’t sense a trace of it in you. Either you hide it well or you’re a master womanizer. I am no match for that sort of emotional stability. I feel like every emotion I experience is written on my sleeve for all to see. I’m such a lovesick puppy.
It’s so great to see you. You looked a bit disheveled today and I was so overcome that I’m sure I blushed.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if those posts really were from you and you’re really as crazy about me as I am about you? Wouldn’t it be incredible to experience the intensity of a relationship between two love-loving, beautiful, passionate, intelligent people like us? It could be great. You should show more interest in me so I’m not so hesitant to proceed. Adoration is such a turn-on.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
There’s often a fine line between reality and fantasy, wishful thinking and… well… delusions. How long do you heap hope upon hope waiting to see if adoration is returned? Living inside your head can be entertaining when you have a ripe imagination, but the real world parading in front of you every day can be pretty captivating as well – you just need to switch the receiver from inside to outside.
