Looking For My Space Woman by unknown
I’ll be your spaceman, land on your moons
I need someone to cross the inky blackness of space and crawl inside your craters.
Real explorers only, please.
An astronaut needs to hold his breath for 120 seconds — hint, hint — and subject themselves to rigourous training, both in theory and in practice.
Orbit you.
Orbit you for a month, or even just one night.
It’s been a while, so I’m looking for some groundbreaking missions.
I need you to fall into your gravity well.
I need you to scream “One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind!”
There was never very much activity on the Paris Missed Connections, and most of the messages posted there were more in-line with what you would expect to find on Casual Encounters. However, the writing for these messages could get pretty creative as this post illustrates. đŸ˜‰
