Arnold Schwarzenegger Is The Best Actor Ever
Missed Connections from the City of San Francisco
Terminator by marmushka
I am NOT STALKING you.
This is how I saw it unfold.
You interjected the arnold schwarzenegger comment into my conversation with a friend. Funny, fun, spontaneous.
My friend and I left cafe xo. You got your coffee.
We walked 1/2 block. I’d left my bag at the cafe and went back to get it just as you were leaving the cafe with your coffee. I walked up to you and we had a fun conversation. I walked away.
My friends and I had gone on to have a great play day in several different parks and cafes, including conversations about serendipity, kismet, spontaneity. I told them about meeting you and how I thought there is a dearth of people able to be engaged in “spontaneous acts of conversation” due to cell phones.
My friends asked “and you didn’t get his number?”. I said NO! This is not what I do …… pick up men in coffee shops (or any where) because I aint lookin’!
And then I thought about it, and I thought “why not.?”. Why not seize the moments? I have a philosophy of non-attachment to the outcome. I am not invested in being in a relationship. I keep saying I want more people in my life.
What if there are people who are just a little more shy than me who can not make that first move and I blow it because I can’t make the first move?
Sooooo………..
I went back to the house and made you that origami fortune teller. I had the intention of tacking it up at Cafe XO in case you returned there and saw it and enjoyed the playfulness of it and ended up seeking a post on Craigslist.
As I walked towards the cafe: there you were again. I called out your name. Handed you the note and felt so embarrassed I ran off. My confidence collided with reality. It was so much easier in my imagination when I just left the note.
So this is my story of NOT STALKING you. It was truly serendipity afoot in Bernal Heights May 18th. I just wanted to play.
Her Two Cents
A random missed connections search on the word “philosophy” returned a relatively small, but fascinating, group of messages – like this entertaining little tale about NOT STALKING the object of a serendipitous coffee shop encounter. While our poet claims to “have a philosophy of non-attachment to the outcome.” their actions seem to speak (nay, shout) louder than their thoughts. I wonder what happened next after the full sprint down the street…