A Bottle of White and Bad Indian Food
Missed Connections in San Diego
Not all of us can have lived in a movie.
I still have no rational explanation or understanding of what happened.
I know that my life was richer for the time that we shared,
but every once in a while I drift back to that time when the world just floated…..
crazy but I can’t help it.
Awful but there was something in you that brought out something in me.
Part of me just has never been the same.
I hope that you still have the painting.
I will never forget any of it.
Still swooning and probably crazy.
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
Today we’re featuring San Diego as our missed connections featured location. Aaaahhh… San Diego… where it’s always the perfect temperature with the perfect humidity and the sun is gloriously shining (unless there’s a forest fire). It’s one of those places that feels like a movie – just too good to be true. Our poet doesn’t appear to be as cynical about their celluloid-screen experience as Woody Allen was with The Purple Rose of Cairo, but that’s East Coast-West Coast for you.