Missed Connection

I give to you a Missed Connection in eleventy-one words...

I met you last Friday at a bar. You were surrounded by friends, drinking cheap wine. We made eye contact. You came over to chat. We talked about Glee and Marx and how we both hate those people who walk and text in busy intersections. I suggested we grab a meal, but your friends stole you away to go to that birthday party for your mortal frenemy.

I thought about you a lot over the weekend; I even went into the bar to see if you’d come back. I did see your friend; she started crying when she told me what you did.

I guess this really is a missed connection.