Just when I was contemplating a personal missed connections ban, I read this one. I challenge myself (the only person who gives a fuck whether or not I'm reading missed connections obsessively) to find a more constructive use of my time, or precious brain-space. To the universe: give this sassy lassy what she desires, please. And by her, I mean me, and therefore: us.

For J: missed you for dinner... - w4m

You are from Chicago. I am not. We are in neither place tonight. We run into each other from time to time for work. I just wanted to let you know that I like listening to your voice. It just makes me feel good. Like a bowl full of spaghetti and a hug.

Plus, I know you want to put your meat-hands all over me. You should just ask me out already. I like you...but more importantly, I like you and want man-woman real life, real time, right now.

How great is that? All the sweet talk and then--meat-hands. man-woman. J, ask this woman out, she is that good with a hyphen.