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Missed Connection in Boston: Santa Claus, You Didn’t Bring Me What I Wanted

February 3, 2011 by lovelornpoets

Santa, last year you didn’t answer my request.
May I have my Christmas present early this year?
She is 5-3 inches tall with dark hair.
She is very intelligent, pretty, and a little shy too.
I promise I will treat her like a princess.
I’m sorry to ask at this time.

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: Ah, yes… the holiday presents that were NOT received. It’s been rumored that some people were intentionally being “bad” over the holiday season hoping that Santa would bring them coal. With it being so cold and all, every little bit helps (even if it’s bad for the environment).

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Missed Connection in Boston: The Beauty of a Woman

February 1, 2011 by lovelornpoets

The Beauty of a woman isn’t in the clothes she wears.
Her beauty isn’t in the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty from a woman must be seen from in her eyes; because that’s the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Your beauty isn’t in a facial mole or a freckle, but true beauty in a woman like you; is reflected in your soul.
I don’t know if you read missed connections.
But you have the beauty that any clear thinking guy would desire.
I don’t even think you realize how beautiful you really are. Maybe a bit shy. Hope to see you sometime soon.

Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder: I don’t know what Music Guru Guy Benoit does to remember these rare gems, but “The Rapper” is truly fantastic – and a nice reminder that 1970 was about more than just Simon & Garfunkel.

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Lovelorn Poet in Boston: No Worries

January 21, 2011 by lovelornpoets

No Worries

When I say no worries
it means that I love you
and take your time but hurry up
it means call me back
when you are ready to
but please remember
my heart is waiting
in my throat.
and since I haven’t heard
from you yet
I understand that you
don’t understand.
or you don’t care.
I’d prefer to believe the former,
but I think it might be the latter.

Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on missed connections selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.

Her Two Cents on No Worries

Bostonian Poet, it appears you are in a situation of communicating, “No worries!” with a bright happy face but inside you are a seething mass of insecurity. True, one needs to maintain a semblance of measured composure in the early stages of a relationship (lest you discover that the object of your head over heels infatuation is nothing more than false advertising) but there comes a point when you must speak your mind and declare, “TAKE A SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT!” (or something to that effect)

Gentle Readers: While our lovelorn poet is sitting in limbo waiting for that call/text/status update, how long would you wait for the object of your affection to respond? At what point would you consider “cutting the bait” and moving on to fresh waters?

Her Two Cents: You Were Snot Rocketing in Harvard Square (Boston)

January 11, 2011 by lovelornpoets

Her Two Cents offers daily commentary on messages selected to appear on Lovelorn Poets.

The Lovelorn Poet from Boston, MA wrote:
“I was sucking on a succulent cherry blue and white snow cone when I saw your boogers crossing the street carried by a team of 338 carpenter ants. Moments before, I heard a woman scream as you plugged up one of your nostrils and violently shot your clogged nose remnants onto the sidewalk.”

All that public snot rocketing action fits perfectly with the old-school “hahd-core” attitude of The Freeze on the legendary This is Boston Not LA album (nod of the head to Music Guru Guy Benoit for exhuming that little gem as the musical soundtrack for this message). Although, in all truthfulness, my dear Boston poet, this is Cambridge Not Boston. If you don’t want to be snotted on by some LSD tripping Harvard student you best remember that.

Gentle Readers: In reviewing messages such as the one penned by our highly creative Boston poet, it’s not unusual to wonder, “What the heck is going on here??!!”

Missed Connection Boston: You Were Snot Rocketing in Harvard Square

January 11, 2011 by lovelornpoets

I was sucking on a succulent cherry blue and white snowcone when I saw your boogers crossing the street carried by a team of 338 carpenter ants.
Moments before, I heard a woman scream as you plugged up one of your nostrils and violently shot your clogged nose remnants onto the sidewalk.
I smirked gently as you licked your lips at me.
Not the lips on your face.
Instantly, my skin turned green.
I became glorious and gnarly and the grumptors came silently, swiftly.
I am the moon.
If this sounds like something you did on Saturday afternoon, contact me.
You were wearing nothing but a smile.

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