Her Two Cents
Once in a blue moon I find a missed connections exchange that is pass-along worthy. In the mad, mad world of Asheville, an ever-growing number of people are walking along the downtown streets and not-so-randomly sharing the phrase “I really like toast with marmalade for breakfast.” with not-quite-random strangers. Image what a boon this could be for the local marmaladians (those who produce…) as more and more lovestruck folks rush to purchase pots and jars of their favorite flavors with hope that their missed connection will finally notice and fall truly, madly, deeply in love. *sigh*
Mad World
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I’m horribly shy, and it usually gets awkward quickly
when I do try to talk to you,
but maybe you’re the type that would check this.
One day I’ll get the courage to ask you out…
I promise.
Ξ
re: Mad World
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If I did check this and it is you (although no way to really know without more info), I am glad. We seem to go very well together.
Maybe, if it is you and this is the me you’re thinking of, you can say something completely random to me next time we see each other. Then we’ll both know. And if it isn’t me, you’ll just be saying something random to the person you like. And if I don’t hear the phrase, then I will know I still must wait. Tell me you like toast for breakfast. With marmalade.
Good luck to us both.
Ξ
re: re: Mad World
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While the chances may be slim that you’re my you, and I’m your me, whether this works or not, I hope that your me appreciates your brilliance. I’ve been smiling all day at the possibilities that could arise in such a situation. I do have to say that the marmalade gives me hope…
Ξ
re: re: re: Mad World
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Yeah, I know the chances are super slim. But the hope feels great! If nothing else, thanks for the compliment and I hope you do reach out to her and that she is perfect for you. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for me too. Marmalade for everyone!
Ξ
re: re: re: re: Mad World
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The hope does feel good, but it’s competing with impulsiveness. I wonder if it can hold out for the week and a half (maybe more) without pushing the reply button, and giving up anonymity… Unless of course you’ve already done so, and you go by: Lively Kerkvliet who “[likes] them bbw curvy thick.” I’m assuming by your otherwise impeccable grammar that that wasn’t you.
I’ve imagined a movement of shy people reading these messages, and making innumerable romantic gestures involving marmalade. Maybe if you aren’t you and I’m not me, our you and me will read this and yours will invite you over for marmalade and toast, and mine will understand the simple beauty of random marmalade. Thanks for making my musings more enjoyable. The first time I saw you was a Wednesday… Perhaps this Wednesday hope and luck will intersect.
Ξ
re: re: re: re: re: Mad World
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I may have to start carrying a small jar of marmalade around with me. Sadly, I am not the sender of the email, although I give him props for the glorious mangling of the English language and skewed vision of romance.
And to top it off, I saw my me yesterday and he didn’t have breakfast. Sigh. Although he did randomly try to hit me up for sex. So I think I’ll hang on to my marmalade and wait for someone better. I wish you luck anyway with your you and even though I’m not your you, may your you turn out to be a better jar of jam. Keep me posted!
