Missed Connections in Bloomington
I have no soul either,
so I guess we can’t be soul-mates,
but maybe there’s something else like that for us.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
I have to chuckle a bit when people say they have no soul – it’s like they’re referring to their wisdom teeth or tonsils or some other tangible body part that can be here one day and gone the next. So, if our sci-fi poet and the object of their desire have no souls (and therefore can’t be considered “soul-mates”) then what should their relationship be called? Soulless-mates? Mates without souls? Hhmmm…