It all started with a box of cherry tomatoes.
I bought a box of cherry tomatoes from a cute guy at the farmers' market. He flirted. I ran. Substitute the cherry tomatoes for 'video rental', 'eye exam', or 'traffic citation' and you have the story of my life. I'm a runner. A lot of us are runners.
But for some reason this one stuck with me. The whole walk home and then later, over kimchi with my girlfriends, I was still talking about this guy. It suddenly struck me as so absurd-- this guy was cute, he was funny, he obviously digs vegetables and so do I, and he flirted with me. Why did I run? So although I was only a week and a half into my residence of this fine city, I decided to do what any savvy New Yorker would do:
I wrote a Craigslist Missed Connections post.
You Sold Me Cherry Tomatoes at the Union Sq Market - w4m - 25
you: light hair, glasses, selling cherry tomatoes
me: dark pig-tails, blue eyes, buying cherry tomatoes
You complimented my shirt in a mildly flirtatious manner. I ran. Maybe we can hang at the farmers' market sometime?
I felt invigorated! I felt empowered! I was taking my dating life into my own hands (sort of)!
He never did write me back but the experience got me thinking. The concept behind Missed Connections is so interesting-- there are millions of people in this city, creating the potential for tens of millions of connections every single day and yet most of us will spend Saturday night alone. We all put up a wall and the Missed Connections forum is a tentative peer through the gate.
And then I thought what a shame it is. We meet someone cute, we feel a connection, and we run away to post an ad that, odds are good, that person will never even see. And then I had a thought: If the odds are low that the object of our affection will ever see our single Craigslist Missed Connections post... then doesn't it follow that the more ads we post, the greater our chances become?
What if a group of smart, sexy women took on dating in the big city by posting Missed Connections posts every time we met someone we might like to see again? How many posts would it take before we got a response? Would we find true love or just an inbox full of porn advertisements? And what might we learn about ourselves in the process?
And, at that moment, this blog was born.