This Isn’t A Missed Connection
Missed Connections in Athens
the fact that i’m posting this at all
embarrasses me to no end,
but you’re looking at it,
so i suppose we’re even.
this is my confession:
i fall intensely, passionately in love with strangers.
for the brief moment that our eyes meet,
i imagine everything that might happen —
strained conversations over dinner turned cold or ‘maybe we should just be friends’ or dutifully accompanying me to art museums even though you don’t really get it or hating my favorite music or brushing my hair out of my face or leaving tons of dirty dishes in the sink or ‘it’s not you; it’s me’ or ‘it’s definitely you’ —
and then you brush past me or look back at your book or walk away
and i’m left all alone to my designs,
and you’ve probably not even noticed.
… i might be the creepiest girl in the entire world.
You might be the creepiest girl in the world (but chances are you’re not, you haven’t lived until you experienced love at first site with a random stranger) but at least your fatalistic outcomes are quite so fatal as Nick Cave’s story of poor Mary Bellows. The kindness of strangers, indeed! Keep the door to your mind open, keep the door to your room closed, and creep on.