Welcome, dear freshmen, to the return of Missed Connections! For those of you just joining us, we here at Vox (specifically, me) enjoy taking a few moments out of our day to acknowledge those whose romantic lives have taken a turn for the far, far less fortunate.
These are the denizens of the Missed Connections. The almost-flirtation that occurred at Safeway. The hidden admiration of your waiter’s ass. The borderline-stalkerish, yet borderline-endearing odes to that boy you spilled your drink on at Third’s.
…short answer, no.
I’m sorry, but who spends their mornings chatting up a woman about all the fast cars he clearly does not have?
Ah, the DMV: perhaps the one venue where it’s more romantic to pursue her online.