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Missed a connection

Saturday, June 12, 2010

No post yesterday after a nightmare-ish trip to Williamsburg, VA - thank you LaGuardia; you are now officially the worst airport ever.


I was very excited a few months ago when I found an ad about two people who had met through a missed connection.  So imagine my delight when I found another one!  I don't know if this was a matrimonial or a missed connection, but the salient point here is, again, that the advertisements really did work:

If A.A.B., who wrote to A.B.A., in reply to an advertisement, and made an appointment at the corner of Fourteenth street and Broadway, for Tuesday, at 2 o'clock, will call at the same office where she delivered the first letter, she will find one addressed to her (A.A.B.), explaining the reason why he did not come.

Sounds like a missed connection, don't you think?  I unfortunately couldn't find the original ad, because there is no date so it's hard to tell, but I only looked briefly before I left and will try again when I'm back in good ol' Brooklyn.  Will keep you posted.

So why didn't A.B.A. come?  Poor guy - he's clearly very contrite, and if it was today he could have called, or texted, or emailed her iPhone (seriously how did we live before these things?  I can barely remember).  But alas, he was stuck...whereever he was stuck...likely pulling out his hair, anxiously pacing the floor, thinking about the terrible situation in which he had put this poor lady.  I mean, a woman hanging out on a street corner alone, even in the middle of the day, was not good.  Because the term "streetwalker" as a synonym for a prostitute isn't just coincidental.  It came about because people assumed any woman walking the streets alone must have been a prostitute.

It would have been one thing if she was shopping, or or with a friend, or sitting in a tea or coffee shop.  But hanging out on a street corner waiting for anyone is always a little awkward.  Add to that the fact that she was probably thinking that A.B.A. was playing her.  Maybe, she began to wonder, he was actually there, watching her from across the street with a friend, laughing at this pathetic woman who had been so foolish as to respond to a missed connection.  Maybe, she thought, when he saw her again he no longer found her so attractive, and slipped away before he saw her.

I wouldn't be surprised if she saw this ad though - she obviously read the personals, and perhaps she did hope that he would apologize.  So maybe it ended up working out in the end after all.  I hope so, but frankly, I don't care.  The fact that such a scenario actually happened is so thrilling to me that I am happy either way!

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