And you thought Craig’s List Missed Connections was the only way to find love without verbally communicating?
Subway Crush is endearing in that you can expose your fate-like feelings about a stranger without sounding like a creepster if expressed in real life. The Internet, to many extents, is not reality — especially when it is called something like Web 2.0, something indicative of change and manipulation.
But in cyber reality, love is nothing more than words. Love is electronicaly poetic. Love is also just a substitute.
“Maybe I should watch who I sit next to on the A train, maybe my mere presence will make them post about me and I can eagerly come home and search for my lover-to-be’s confession that my body pheronomes brought him to his computer in a jiffy.”
Missed Connections, Subway Crush, whatever - these sites are turning us vain.
The other day I searched Temple Missed Connections to see if anyone had posted about me.
M4W, April 12th: “Girl in red pants by the TECH center eating a granola bar… you had a pixie blonde hair cut and you looked disheveled and confused. I wanted to take you home with me and make you tea and let you talk about your day”
In my dreams.
We’ve written about it before, and we’ll write about it again. Missed Connections exist to fill a personal void. They may describe a particular person, but the act of posting a MC shows a lack of communicative security that can be fulfilled by just about anyone responding.
M4W, April 19th: “Long-haired brunette with a fake Louis Vuitton bag walking her poodle on Walnut Street, entering Bebe… I fell in love with you today.”
Yes, that could very well be me.
Let’s learn to use our mouths, and not our eyes. Eye sex is overrated, anyway.
*Posted by Sammy D
