‘Twas the Month before Christmas
Missed Connections in Western Massachusetts
Twas the month before Christmas when I left my house, seeking a girlfriend, lover, best friend or spouse.
The woman I sought was all that and much more, how I wanted a girl that I could adore.
I ventured on dates with girls of all kinds, some old and some young, some really true finds, but by end of the day we had to admit – it was nice, it was pleasant, but no perfect fit.
After a while, the fault being mine, I wanted to stop wasting everyone’s time.
As Christmas approached I went to the mall and lined up with the kids, even though I was tall.
When it was my turn I whispered to Claus, “Please find me the one who will make my heart pause.”
I told old St. Nick that I had been good, and he promised for certain, I’d find love, yes I would.
He assured me that soon I would find what I seek, and I asked how could I do it? Would it happen this week?
Go to the craigslist, whispered one of the elves, there are plenty of good girls, just sitting on shelves.
They are waiting for you to say you are ready, that you’re tired of dating and want to go steady.
As the month before Christmas was nearing the end, I relayed this story to one of my friends.
He warned that craigslist is fraught with dangers and spam, and was hardly the place to find a good woman.
I tried hard to nestle all snug in my bed, but the arms I longed for kept filling my head.
Then out on the lawn there arose quite a clatter, and I went to the window to see what was the matter.
It was a sleigh, of that I was sure, but no Santa was there just the elf from the store.
He waved as I stood by the window that night, and said, “Go to the craigslist and find her you might.”
So trust in the elf is what I must do, and now I’m on craigslist seeking someone like you.
I heard the elf exclaim as he drove out of sight, “Maybe you’ll find her, maybe tonight.”
I live in the Northampton and hope you do too, please drop me a note telling me about you.
One Year Ago: Umbrella Girl (Ithaca), Because (Brooklyn), and Missing Your Indie Love (Savannah)
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I wonder if our lovelorn Northampton-ite has had any luck in finding the woman of their dreams (as beautifully represented by Alphadesigner’s holiday illustration) on missed connections… They certainly get a few hundred extra bonus points for writing such an entertaining and creative message! In keeping with the holiday spirit, starting today we’re taking an editorial holiday for the next two weeks. During that time we’ll be featuring some of our favorite messages from the past year. See you in January 2012!
I have an image in my head of “dance moves indicating a non-verbal permission to approach.” But hey, I certainly don’t want to be the one to harsh anyone’s mellow (and potentially disrupt the universal energy waves of the goodness goddess), so I’ll keep those thoughts to myself. I’ll just enjoy the colorful vector art and call it a day.
For every person making a living out of hiding there’s another earning their keep with search and recover. This begs the question: Would Carmen Sandiego lose her cool over a) Sam Spade, b) Phillip Marlowe, c) Perry Mason, or d) None of the Above? Carmen might be in Boise now, but she’s a mover and a shaker with a killer sense of geography. Even if Waldo was hiding out in Ittoqqortoormiit, she’d know how to get there. Would you? As an aside, must investigate this Mark Coggins book I discovered on Flickr Creative Commons – nothing like a little old-school gumshoe-ing and a tumbler of Maker’s Mark to keep you company on a cold winter’s night…
Today we’re featuring missed connections from Santa Fe, NM. This painting from Flickr Creative Commons artist Justin Lowery reminds me of parts of northern New Mexico – where the mountains are covered in dark green pines and beautifully wild. While journeying to the top of a mountain is sometimes done alone, it doesn’t have to be a lonely experience. If done with the right intention, it can be anything but lonely.