Missed Connections

On slow news days, I find myself trying to find other outlets for content to share with you fine readers. Sure, I could talk about national subjects like the NCAA Championship Game last night, discuss the Britain/Iran situation or maybe talk tech, but there’s far better sources for that kind of information on the Web. We want to keep this site local, and cover subjects that are of interest to the people of Evansville. Instead of covering those topics, we’d rather help you out.

Craigslist is a centralized network of online community classifieds, job postings, personals and more started by a guy named Craig (on the right). Evansville has had its own Craigslist site for a few years now and one of it’s most useful features is missed connections.

Sometimes you are out at a local bar or restaurant, and catch the eye of something across the room. You might even pick up a conversation with the person and hit it off. Unfortunately, the night ends without you getting contact information: sometimes not even a name. That’s where craigslist comes in and It’s Evansville come in. To help you out, we’re going to periodically spot some of the missed connections that are posted locally, and hopefully help some poor guy or gal out in their attempts to find true love.

USI Jun at Ri Ra St. Patty’s night

It was my birthday. You thought I was sexy. You were so adorable! You told my boyfriend you’d come right back, but you never did, and now I can’t stop thinking about you. I’d love to get a massage or say hi and see how you are doing.

I don’t know about you, but in my world there’s a big difference between just saying hello and getting a massage. How do you know he is even a decent masseuse?

GL…from AE

Yep, I think you screwed up, and I guess I really really wish you had never called on Valentine’s Day…Karma is a bitch aint it?

It certainly is.

Metaphors and other spiritual mistakes

It was 3 years this morning that our first long talk happened and started us up again. I guess you didn’t have any Behringers last night. That’s a good thing.
Do miss your voice and knowing you.

I’m guessing you were dealing with a bingeing alcoholic and had to leave because your head told you to. Unfortunately your heart is still with Mr. Behringer. So tragic.