His Missed Connection

If you know me well enough, you'll know that I frequent the missed connection page of craigslist.com every morning. Heck, I even consider it part of my morning reading in addition to local Sacramento news and the Capitol Morning Report. Yes, I'm pretty hooked on it like I'm hooked on political scandals. So any-who, I LOVE stories, which is why I became a history major, and yes, I do have my bachelors in Political Science because it's more reliable for me to obtain a decent income with that than History. And, yes, money isn't everything in Violet's world, but this girl has an appetite for good food, good fun, good things, good living and she needs some sort of income for that. Back to craigslist addiction: I enjoy stories in any form but the missed connection section really reels me in. It's amazing how people can go on with life knowing their missed connection is out there. It's a bit inspirational. I LOVE the angry rants one and yes, even the romantic ones. If you want to start reading missed connections on craigslist as well, I suggest you read inspirational ones in areas other than Sacramento. Why? Because the some of the stories here are lame with short missed connection descriptions or people are using it as their live journal (hello, blogspot? xanga? wordpress? not craigslist, people. *rolls eyes*). Also, a lot of the people who post on there have no knowledge of simple English sentence structures or they have bad spelling and grammar. That bothers me. So I read LA and the Bay Area when I'm fed up with some of the Sacramento unemployed, uneducated craigslist dwellers. Nonetheless, then there are stories that really capitvates me and makes me believe in fairies and talking monkeys. Here's an example I saved. Let me know if the story sounds familiar. =)

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I met you at Faces back in August of 08. You were wearing a stripped grey shirt, glasses, and a bandana over your long shaggy hair. You look Native American. We were introduced, I thought you were gay. Your hands were sweaty from dancing and you were extremely drunk. Fast forward to September 2008. I ran into you at Pete's Coffee house on J st. You were wearing a beanie sans glasses. You called me a bitch because I didn't remember you. I was pissed and wanted to punch you in the face. You told me you liked my small girly hands after you knocked back a few drinks at Streets of London. I replied coldly "These hands can kill." You laughed and we parted ways. Fast forward today, Sunday April 5, 2009. I'm sitting in the study hall doing research on zoning laws of Elk Grove. I look up and there you are studying the effects of organic farming. Today you are wearing your glasses with a grey Hollister sweater. You look tired. Your hair is sporting a conservative short shaggy cut, versus the long shaggy hair I am accustomed to. This is a completely different light that I am now seeing you in. I'm too scared to let you know how I feel about you now. I want to walk over and say hi, but I'm too afraid. *****

And that's just the short version of it.

Isn't it cute? Philliam says it almost sounds like us when I read it aloud to him back in April. The only difference is that we hated one another when we meet in July, for reasons I do not want to discuss. It wasn't until October when Philliam was pissed off because I had wandered off without Mermaid during BeerFest and they couldn't keep moving until Sunny and Ariell found me. He demanded my brother for my number so he could call me to angrily shout "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Man, what a bitch -__- Let's just say after he obtained my number, he wouldn't stop sending me annoying mass text messages which pissed me off even more. The end. I'm off to get a second dose of missed connection.

September 12th, 2nd Saturday!

This was the craziest 2nd Saturday event that I've ever experienced. We had a total of 5-tag-alongs (total strangers that followed our group) and ony 2 out of the 5-tag-alongs stuck with us until we all decided to part ways at the end of the night. Crazy, ain't it? It began with just four of us: Philliam, Venetian, Jazzy Jazz and myself. We had a scrumptious dinner at Zocalo that was absolutely fantastic. I wished Mermaid joined us but she had some busy things to do. I love Zocalo's complimentary green rice that comes with every entree. The dessert is not bad either. It's my third time eating there. The first three times weren't so significant on my memory since the first time I was having one of those ugly days where I felt, looked, and had an ugly day. The second experience, I was sick and could not enjoy the food as much. Lastly, the third time was with my brother Sunny the Bunny and Richard. Very awkward since they didn't know what was going on with Philliam and I yet (early confusing state of dating where I thought I was gay and he didn't think he'd ever date girls of my race). HAH! But this fourth time was GOOOD. I actually enjoyed the food so much better.

Of course it's an Art Walk, so we walked around and checked out what local Sacramento artists had to offer us.

The first spot we hit up was located in the apartment complex nestled between Buckhorn Grill and Ginger Elizabeth's Chocolate. I don't normally like taking pictures of someone else work just because I feel that it's a tad bit rude and tacky - unless I ask for permission. At this particular booth, Jazzy was already schmoozing her way in so I was able to talk about the materials used on the jewelry pieces and where can I purchase later. Her jewelry company is called BlissJewelry and her pieces are amazing! She also sells locally at Sugar Shack and somewhere else in Roseville, so I'm going to have to hit up Sugar Shack soon. I have yet to spend my birthday discount cards there.

Now here is where it starts to get really interesting, we decide to take the lightrail to make our journey a bit easier and ended up picking up 3 people from the lightrail! We told them they could join our group while we walk the streets. We all got along so well and that made our night so much more interesting.

Later that evening, Mermaid decides to save us from walking many, many miles back to civilization and picks us up on the corner of P and 14th like the group of prostitutes we are. This is just our growing number of group members.

Here we are in my workplace garage acting the fool! woot woot Getting out the shops around town.

This is where two random guys joined our group but we lost them later after they got some girls numbers. They are located on the very top - two white guys. Like what Mermaid said, booty call. I don't really understand how people are so comfortable with doing something so intimate with a complete stranger. I mean, I understand the thrill and excitement of it all and there is nothing wrong with that, this is the new age thing, but I don't think I would do something like that. I would honestly have to get to know someone before anything intimate can happen. Call me old fashion.

This is the end to our adventurous night and all those that stayed with us. I still can't take that green rice from Zocalo out of my tongue. Yum...

Until next time. Sincerely, VioletSnowflakes.