Dare I Eat A Peach?

Romantic Or Just Plain Wimpy?

Perhaps you’ve seen this? It’s about a guy who saw some girl on the subway then went home and drew a picture of her and bought a website to try and find her.

Well, turns out he found her(that’s her in there in the picture, people). But the verdict on whether or not things are going well or not have yet to be discovered.

But I’m torn by this. Of course, we all have been in this guy’s situation right? We’ve all seen someone on the subway we liked, thought about going to up to her/him, but then ultimately Prufrock’ed in the end.

Electronic Due Diligence
Or maybe you actually did put in a Missed Connection post. To any avail? I once put in a MC post and I was really amused how quickly girls responded. But they weren’t the girl. People always want to be that missed connection. You’ll notice on the MC board that people draw it out. They slowly provide more and more details(jeans and curly black hair on the 6 train at Union Sq, you were reading a book–how many people could that be?), but they don’t want to be very specific because they want to prolong it as long as possible.

The dude named the website NY girl of my dreams. A bit of hyberbole though because he knows nothing about her. He just thought she was hot. He’s essentially James Blunt but with visual media. But I bet most girlies found this dude pretty endearing.

Grow Some Onions
I just think you gotta step it up though. He should have just talked to her. Although that might have been high on the stalker factor. I remember there was a girl at school that I had a similarly huge crush on. I called her Dream Girl. (See? Everyone does this.) For at least three years, I tracked all of my contact with her. I would become overjoyed when she stood in front of me in line in PC Duke’s(the fast food dining hall at JMU) and dropped her id.

Then I had her name. But I didn’t end up really talking to her till I met her at a party senior year. She was a nursing major. Anyway, what’s my point? I waited too long, too late, and nothing came of it. By the time, I met her for realsies-I already was dating someone. And it was too late. We were graduating.

A Dream Deferred
And now she works at a fertility clinic somewhere in Northern Virginia. In the ro-co made of my life, maybe I would meet her later donating there…. Hmmm… maybe I need to get to work on this story.