Through the end of the year I’ll be digging into the Lovelorn Poets missed connections archive and publishing some of the gems you may not have caught the first time around – enjoy!
Musical Missed Connections
Drunken Dancing Bus Stop Man
Missed Connections in Omaha / Council Bluffs
originally published on November 16
Dear Dancing Drunken Bus Stop Man, who resides anywhere between 120th and W.Center & 144th and W.Center:
This is not a letter to tell you that we want to have sex with you, or to “take your load”, or that we make eye contact, this is simply to say that every time we see you with your baseball hat, your hooters shirt, your sunglasses and cigarette performing the most epic dance moves we have ever seen in our life, you’ve given us more joy and happiness then you will every know.
From the moment we laid eyes on you, we were overcome with joy; You, without a care in the world, not even realizing it’s rush hour on one of the busiest intersections in Nebraska- you stood proudly at the bus stop on 120 & Center, and danced like there was no tomorrow.
The level of epicness cannot be described.
Every time we drive past and see you, loyally sitting on the bus stop, head phones on and doing your moves, we always wanted to let you know that you have inspired an epic dance move (we named it “The Drunken Bus Stop Man”) and we have taken your dance and spread it across the world (literally), teaching it to everyone that we come across…
And now every time we drive on Center we are constantly looking for you hoping to catch a glimpse of your performance.
And when we do, it puts a smile on our face that lasts for a week.
Simply put, Thank You from the bottom of our hearts for your epicness.
Keep dancing.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I’m not quite sure what the “busiest intersection in Nebraska” looks like, but I bet it’s a hell of a lot more interesting when the drunken dancing bus stop man is bustin’ a move. My only regret is that our Omaha poets neglected to fully describe the style of the dancing. Is it disco? Breakin’ and poppin’? Belly or step dancing? Maybe a freestyle country line-dance? If the dude’s dancing is truly of epic proportions, perhaps he needs his own PR agent. If Tony the dancing Providence cop can supplement his pension with DVD sales of his Weybosset St. moves, our bus stop guy should at least be able to get free transfers.
One Year Ago: Whenever I Catch the Clock (Brooklyn)
Today we’re featuring three missed connections from Omaha, Nebraska. Whenever I hear the word Omaha I immediately think of 
Today we’re featuring three missed connections from Omaha, Nebraska. I’ve never been to Omaha but I did drive across Nebraska once. It was an incredibly flat, east to west kind of experience. Unlike our poet, I was not a party to any carbeques during my travels but this impromptu gathering at the zoo sounds like it was an interesting time. Perhaps there was even some riotous Prodigy-like dancing involved. (Although I must admit this is one of the most hysterically awful videos I’ve seen…)