Fuzzy Reciprocity

I keep looking at these posting hoping that someone would notice me, or want to connect. But, it hasn't happened yet. I wish everyone here find their missed connections. We all deserve to be happy.

Hey, we're staying in the same airbnb...dunno if you're even into guys, but I'm definitely into you :P

So you've been making a lot of noise, and it's really annoying, especially when its like 11pm and it sounds like you're moving furniture all over your fucking apartment for no reason. But, I just saw you loading groceries out of your red Jetta (you bought a shit ton of toilet paper and coke) and you're pretty hot. Dating would be weird since we're neighbors, but if you want to hang out and watch movies in bed or hit each other up when we're drunk and horny, that'd be cool.

You were a dude from Oakland-via-Chicago blasting Kels [R. Kelly] in a car shaped like a dustbuster. I was the Kels fan who rolled up next to your dustbuster on Friday night. You called me "a man of the Kels" and it was the greatest compliment I've ever received. Just want to let you know that you made my burn [Burning Man]. YOU are the world's greatest.

Did anyone turning left on Treat this morning from North Main, about 8:30 happen to get the license plate of the silver audi that sideswiped me (gray scion)-he sped past me up the left turn lane, but hit my back end trying to squeeze into the lane. What a jackass.....

I was in the store where you work. You asked what I had in the box. I replied a snake, and we talked about snakes for a while. If you, by a million to one chance happen to see this, hit me up.

You were following me through Greenwich Park today. Hopefully it wasn't to slit my throat or something. Tell me what was on the front and back of your shirt, and maybe we can meet up in a less creepy way.

Dear Sexy Motorcycle God, You are super fine. I suspect that you have the perfect balance of masculine strength and sweet sensitivity. I used to see you around all the time. You have a cute dog and I think you once told me your name starts with an M...? I saw you again yesterday and lost myself dreaming of being wrapped around you, holding on tight as we speed through space and time heading for the moon and stars. You are my secret, special fantasy MmmmmmmmmmmmmmotorcycleMan. Thank you for yesterday....

You were the charming, brown-eyed Starbucks barista on Van Ness and California. It was a long line, so maybe you don't remember me. I was after the lady who asked for a grande skinny 6-pump soy mocha with cream, and before the no frills venti whole milk red eye chai mocha frappe. I had a coffee.

"In-N-Out around 2 PM on Wednesday. R U interested in getting together? When responding, please state where we each were sitting. Thx"

I was the brunette standing behind you in line at Whole Foods. You were wearing a beret and tight red pants. I couldn't stop staring at your gluten-free buns, so you pointed out the aisle that had them. When I came back you were already gone! Where did you go?

You seemed like you were in a bad mood, but I thought you looked SO cute when you gave me that fiery look. I hate that I drove off before talking to you. And sorry about hitting your car.

Hi, you were in the Apple store today, looking at the new iPad. I wanted to invite you back to MyPad, but I didn’t have my bravery app installed. :(

You sat across from me, and we both got hazelnut lattes. I maintained eye contact for a solid twenty minutes and then you quickly got up and left for some reason. I thought we had a connection?