"When we met a month ago in the West Village, we were at a dinner party. After dinner we went dancing and you were too shy to dance too close to me. During dinner you told me you would take me sailing before we both headed out of town for the holidays. You spoke of the stars above your boat against the deep black sky. You spoke of the shore as you approached the cliffs of Maine from the sea. " -Sailing - w4m - 21 (West Village)
Here is poetry and longing for a kindred heart.
"We managed to get on to the N going downtown from Union Square by fighting the doors open together. It was a mighty struggle. You sat down next to me and we exchanged pleasantries. I wished I would have talked you up and I would have, but I was so tired. (Not much better than a zombie.) You seemed like a charm. I hope you'll forgive me my unfortunate brain freeze. I was in a pea coat and had on blue slacks with dress shoes. You were so stylish and elegant. I hope you'll give me another chance. "-Struggle With the Downtown N Door... - m4w - 24 (Downtown N from Union Square)
I can picture these scenes, and it's like watching little movie clips. I hope for these folks, and wonder what happens to them. What always stuns me is that the writers so frequently seem sure, that their missed connection counter part will find this add and contact them. It is a lovely reminder of the connection that is not missed between the human heart and brain.
