Our eyes met several times today on the A train. You have blond hair and were wearing a black jacket. When you got off at 5th, you looked at me through the window and smiled. Would love to see you again.

I never do this but . . . we saw each other on the Red Line today. You’re tall (like me) and have the bluest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. It was hard to stop sneaking a peek at you. You got off at Market Street. Figured it’d be worth a shot to post this.

You were at the Springsteen concert last night (Row S) sitting next to me. The girl you were with started out next to me, but then you switched seats (thank you). If you see this and would like to chat, reply back and we can go from there.

In this fast-paced world of devices, headphones, and anonymity, human interactions are sometimes elusive.

Although we bury ourselves in our smartphones and work routines, most of us do have an innate desire for connection. And, if we’re single, we may be actively searching.

Dating sites and matchmaking services have solid audiences—with tales of success, frustration, and failure. But another path is gaining momentum.

Missed Connections

Missed Connections are the moments when spontaneous smiles, magnetic eye contact, or shared experiences trigger an attraction . . . but the players in the drama don’t complete the connection. Shyness. Intervening events. Bad timing. Whatever the cause, the story is left unfinished.

Then, the lament—the what if’s and coulda/woulda/shoulda’s—and the freedom of imagination to create romantic dreams, the kind that fuel film scripts with happy endings.

Now, these lost moments can be “advertised” so that a next chapter becomes a possibility.

It all began when Craigslist launched its “Missed Connections” section where people could post their story and have a second chance at getting to know that mysterious stranger.

The idea has spread to newspapers, magazines, and online forums. It’s a booming business and also one of those sources of entertainment where hours (or days) can be lost before you know it.

Psychology Today has even analyzed the patterns of missed connections. Californians seem to miss their connections at the gym. In the northeast and south, Walmarts, supermarkets, and public transit are rife with near misses.

And, oddly, in Indiana, missed connections happen mostly “at home.” (Turns out this isn’t a judgment on family life, but rather a tribute to the pizza delivery person, the appliance repairman, or the neighbor.)

A Venue for Dreamers . . . and Writers

While the success rate of star-crossed strangers’ meeting again is low, Missed Connections forums have become a place of dreams and, as it turns out, also a springboard for budding fiction writers and poets.

Yes, emerging writers can still submit to the New Yorker, Ploughshares, and Paris Review, in the hope of getting attention. But they can also post on Missed Connections to test the waters.

The stories expand the boundaries of truth. Plot lines twist and turn, and characters come alive. Readers can get a taste of Harlequin romance and action thrillers for free.

We were sitting together waiting for the bus, but not really waiting (come to think of it). Actually, we just had decided to sit down somewhere and this bench was catching the mid-afternoon sunlight nicely. I looked at you and said “I don’t see myself ever breaking up with you.” You smiled.

We chatted briefly while I waited for the teller to fill my bag with money. You waved goodbye with a big smile while I ran out to a waiting car. I wanted to get your name but did not have the time. You . . . tall . . . great face . . . nice hands (I noticed when you raised them) . . . cute smile. Me, a little nervous, wearing a mask, toting a gun and a bag full of money. If you see this, and I hope you will, tell me what bank I was robbing (so I know it is you).
P.S. No FBI or local police.

Your image is forever etched on my soul/It’s like I knew you before that moment/But it’s too late now/You got off at Lake/You looked back at me and smiled/like you felt it all too/but both of us too shy to make a move/Now you’re lost to me/The memory is all that remains.

Life Lessons

Missed Connections can be wistful or hopeful. The posts can wax poetic or be downright pornographic (an unfortunate recent trend). Underlying emotions can channel regret or offer the optimism of a second chance.

Aside from pure entertainment and good reading as new talent in the fiction genre emerges, Missed Connections do offer a life lesson.

Oh, I see. It may be better to seize the moment and make the connection when the opportunity is within reach rather than leaving the next chapter to fate.

For more immersion in Missed Connections, read the recently posted Craigslist short story—being touted as the ultimate missed connection and see Sophie Blackall’s unique illustrations of missed connections.

Comment on this post below or share your story of a missed connection—fact or fiction. Inspire insight with your own OIC Moment here.

$\"Four$

Missed Connection on the Red Line
\u00a9 Digital Vision\/Darrin Klimek<\/p><\/div>\n

Carpe Diem: Seize the Moment . . . or Not<\/h2>\n
Our eyes met several times today on the A train. You have blond hair and were wearing a black jacket. When you got off at 5th, you looked at me through the window and smiled. Would love to see you again.<\/i><\/p>\n
I never do this but . . . we saw each other on the Red Line today. You\u2019re tall (like me) and have the bluest blue eyes I\u2019ve ever seen. It was hard to stop sneaking a peek at you. You got off at Market Street. Figured it\u2019d be worth a shot to post this.<\/i><\/p>\n
You were at the Springsteen concert last night (Row S) sitting next to me. The girl you were with started out next to me, but then you switched seats (thank you). If you see this and would like to chat, reply back and we can go from there.<\/i><\/p>\n
In this fast-paced world of devices, headphones, and anonymity, human interactions are sometimes elusive.<\/p>\n
$\"Woman$
The elusiveness of human interaction
\u00a9 Brand X Pictures<\/p><\/div>\n
Although we bury ourselves in our smartphones and work routines, most of us do have an innate desire for connection. And, if we\u2019re single, we may be actively searching.<\/p>\n
Dating sites and matchmaking services have solid audiences\u2014with tales of success, frustration, and failure. But another path is gaining momentum.<\/p>\n
Missed Connections<\/h4>\n
Missed Connections are the moments when spontaneous smiles, magnetic eye contact, or shared experiences trigger an attraction . . .\u00a0but the players in the drama don\u2019t complete the connection. Shyness. Intervening events. Bad timing. Whatever the cause, the story is left unfinished.<\/p>\n
$\"Clerk$
A magnetic moment
\u00a9 Purestock<\/p><\/div>\n
Then, the lament\u2014the what if\u2019s and coulda\/woulda\/shoulda\u2019s\u2014and the freedom of imagination to create romantic dreams, the kind that fuel film scripts with happy endings.<\/p>\n
Now, these lost moments can be \u201cadvertised\u201d so that a next chapter becomes a possibility.<\/p>\n
It all began when Craigslist launched its \u201cMissed Connections\u201d section where people could post their story and have a second chance at getting to know that mysterious stranger.<\/p>\n
The idea has spread to newspapers, magazines, and online forums. It\u2019s a booming business and also one of those sources of entertainment where hours (or days) can be lost before you know it.<\/p>\n
$\"Four$ <\/a>
Public transit is a popular place for “missed connections.”
\u00a9 Getty Images\/Jupiterimages<\/p><\/div>\n
Psychology Today<\/i><\/a> has even analyzed the patterns of missed connections. Californians seem to miss their connections at the gym. In the northeast and south, Walmarts, supermarkets, and public transit are rife with near misses.<\/p>\n
And, oddly, in Indiana, missed connections happen mostly \u201cat home.\u201d (Turns out this isn’t a judgment on family life, but rather a tribute to the pizza delivery person, the appliance repairman, or the neighbor.)<\/p>\n
$\"Four$
Will the connection be missed or the moment seized?
\u00a9 Stockbyte<\/p><\/div>\n
A Venue for Dreamers . . . and Writers<\/h4>\n
While the success rate of star-crossed strangers\u2019 meeting again is low, Missed Connections forums have become a place of dreams and, as it turns out, also a springboard for budding fiction writers and poets.<\/p>\n
Yes, emerging writers can still submit to the New Yorker, Ploughshares, <\/i>and Paris Review,<\/i> in the hope of getting attention. But they can also post on Missed Connections to test the waters.<\/p>\n
The stories expand the boundaries of truth. Plot lines twist and turn, and characters come alive. Readers can get a taste of Harlequin romance and action thrillers for free.<\/p>\n
We were sitting together waiting for the bus, but not really waiting (come to think of it). Actually, we just had decided to sit down somewhere and this bench was catching the mid-afternoon sunlight nicely. I looked at you and said \u201cI don’t see myself ever breaking up with you.\u201d You smiled. <\/i><\/p>\n
\u2014Quote from Redeye Chicago<\/a>\u00a0Missed Connections<\/p>\n
<\/i>We chatted briefly while I waited for the teller to fill my bag with money. You waved goodbye with a big smile while I ran out to a waiting car. I wanted to get your name but did not have the time.\u00a0<\/i>You . . . tall . . . great face . . . nice hands (I noticed when you raised them) . . . cute smile. Me, a little nervous, wearing a mask, toting a gun and a bag full of money. If you see this, and I hope you will, tell me what bank I was robbing (so I know it is you).
\n<\/i>P.S. No FBI or local police.<\/i><\/p>\n
\u2014Quote from Craigslist<\/a>\u00a0Missed Connections<\/p>\n
Your image is forever etched on my soul\/It’s like I knew you before that moment\/But it’s too late now\/You got off at Lake\/You looked back at me and smiled\/like you felt it all too\/but both of us too shy to make a move\/Now you’re lost to me\/The memory is all that remains.<\/em><\/p>\n
\u2014Quote from\u00a0Redeye Chicago<\/a>\u00a0Missed Connections<\/p>\n
$\"Man$
Wistful or hopeful about second chances?
\u00a9 Wavebreak Media\/Thinkstock<\/p><\/div>\n
Life Lessons<\/h4>\n
<\/i>Missed Connections can be wistful or hopeful. The posts can wax poetic or be downright pornographic (an unfortunate recent trend). Underlying emotions can channel regret or offer the optimism of a second chance.<\/p>\n
Aside from pure entertainment and good reading as new talent in the fiction genre emerges, Missed Connections do offer a life lesson.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n
$\"Couple$
Carpe Diem
\u00a9 Getty Images\/Jupiterimages<\/p><\/div>\n
Oh, I see.<\/strong> It may be better to seize the moment and make the connection when the opportunity is within reach rather than leaving the next chapter to fate.<\/p>\n
Carpe Diem. What have you got to lose?\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
For more immersion in Missed Connections, read the recently posted Craigslist short story\u2014being touted as the ultimate missed connection<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0see Sophie Blackall’s<\/a> unique illustrations of missed connections.<\/em><\/p>\n
***Quotes VIA* *Craigslist<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0 Redeye Chicago<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n***
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