Missed Connections
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- 2015
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"I saw you running on fifth street.
You had pink running shorts
and a white top
and I had a tweed jacket
and brown slacks.
You have beautiful eyes.
Man looking for a woman."
Wow this guy lives in a fantasy world.
Hey, Sis. What are you reading?
Oh Hey, Marc!
Missed Connections.
Here's one.
"We met on the train
and talked for an hour
about the silliest things."
Oh honey who hasn't?
George, I am in need
of some deep inspiration.
A sandwich so delicious.
but hear and feel it.
You got anything like that?
You embarrass me, Marc.
I'm just a man.
With a gift.
I'll see what I can whip up.
Hey Shakespeare,
mom wants to know if you're doing ok
and if your hair looks washed.
What should I tell her?
Tell her I look very clean
and emotionally stable.
I don't think I feel comfortable lying.
Really?
Cause Mom still thinks
your first kiss was on your wedding day.
And it was the first time,
I had a real kiss.
Awww, that is so sweet.
I think I just got diabetes.
George could you put
some insulin in that for me?
Listen to this one.
"I saw you in the grocery store,
but was too scared to say hi."
What are these, the stalker personals?
No, Marc.
People lose touch and try to reconnect.
It's kinda cute.
Slash creepy and pathetic.
No it's not!
Think about it.
What if the Universe
only gave you 10 seconds
with your soul mate,
and the rest was up to you?
Look this one could be about you.
"Handsome guy in jeans and blazer.
You were reading in the Park.
We made eye contact.
I was wearing a blue sweater
and a cream skirt.
Please write."
I never read in the park
and I definitely don't make eye contact.
George tell him that he should write.
No.
Look Julia,
desperate personal ads are
stories for college magazines.
Oh I forgot. You're a novel guy?
That's right.
Speaking of which,
Elenore called, again.
You forgot your business cards.
Marc Reid Novelist.
Fancy.
She also wondered
She is relentless.
Where would I even go?
Maybe spend time on French bridges.
George, don't be ridiculous.
He'd have much more to write
about if he were on a farm
in the English countryside.
Maybe a forbidden love thing in India
or Iraq.
Oooo... Exotic.
You're missing the point.
give your story a nice flavor,
but the place is almost irrelevant.
It could take place in a trash
compactor in outer space.
If you've got the right characters.
Look. If this were my story,
this girl in the cream skirt
wouldn't be taking out a personal ad
and mooning till I write back.
She would be hating me right now.
What?
Oh yeah, I would have offended her
with my tough yet refreshing honesty.
I'd hate her too.
She's stubborn and oddly
immune to my charm.
Yet try as we might,
fate forces us into situations
till finally, we see past
our initial impressions.
In that moment of discovery,
would start to play.
Sweet tones?
Oh, Yeah!
How can you fall in love without music?
We laugh at the situation.
We both realize what is happening.
I take her hand, we start to dance.
And then...
Are you done?
No.
Oh, Ha Ha.
Wait, Marc, I'm Sorry.
I really like your story.
Is this going to be
your next masterpiece?
If I can find my characters.
I mean I've already got
my female protagonist
but I just can't find the perfect guy.
And don't, don't go there.
Well, until you find him.
I have some girl inspiration for you.
No.
She's super cute.
No I'm not going to do this again.
I already told her that you're a writer
and she thinks that's really hot.
You should take her someplace nice.
- You're picking her up at 6pm.
- What tonight?
Yeah.
Wear the blue shirt
I got you for Christmas.
Julia the last girl that you
set me up with brought her cat.
He was well mannered.
He was wearing a top hat and a vest.
It was Lincoln's birthday and I promised
I would make it up to you.
You don't seem grateful.
Alright, look you could be right.
This could suck
or this could be your 10 seconds.
Fine.
I don't see why you married people
see the need to torture me.
George, is that music I hear?
Oh, come on.
Hey, Trent.
French toast for lunch?
I already had mac and
cheese for breakfast.
But if you'd like I know this
Merci, mon amour.
You're so cute.
So how was your run?
Dog crap everywhere, every
third step was dodging poop.
Where are your boxes,
you're supposed to have
two loads up here, slow poke.
Uh.. Jessie Listen,
I was up late thinking, and I uh...
Oh No.
Oh, no it's not what you think.
Trent!
If you had cold feet about moving in,
it would be nice to get a heads up.
I took the day off.
Oh no, I'm not getting cold feet.
Are you kidding.
Things are going great between us,
your apartment is 10 minutes closer
and you clean the bathroom.
Yeah I want to move in.
Ok, what did you want to tell me then?
Well you know your friend Becca,
"Beaver tooth" Becca?
I asked her to move in.
I don't need help with the rent.
Oh, she isn't moving in here.
I asked her before you asked me.
She was excited, and then
you asked me, and I said yes.
Then I was like, oh,
this is a bad situation.
I have to tell one of them.
I just couldn't decide. But I knew
I should say something.
You have no idea how worried I was.
You had two weeks and you said nothing?
I know terrible right?
She's supposed to move in tomorrow.
She's going to get there
and I'll be gone.
Oh, so you two were uh...
No of course not.
Well unless you consider
cuddling cheating.
Oh gosh it was this song.
Song?
Yeah, Becca wrote this ballad about me.
About my arms and my eyes.
It was like "He looks at me,
and I want him to see,
the way those brown eyes melted me."
And then there is this whole part
that is like
"Huggably Handsome Hero."
Anyway you had to be there.
But she played it for me and
she said that I inspired her.
I was so excited, that I
didn't know what I was saying,
and I was like
"move in with me."
Wow.
She's gonna be crushed.
You're telling her.
Why?
She'll figure it out on her own.
Trent! Oh my gosh.
It's bad enough you lead her on.
You are not going to make her wait
with her stuff outside
your empty apartment.
I was going to leave her a key.
Why are you always mad
when I tell you things?
Ok, sweetie, listen.
You either, go and tell her,
or you're moving in with her.
Ok, I see how important this is to you.
I guess I'm surprising her
for lunch again.
You mind if I borrow that?
I want her to try it.
Thanks.
I'll call you after I tell,
and then, moving day.
No, it's not a game I'm
playing with you Elenore,
I'll get you a rough when I have one.
That would be the worst game ever.
Look, look my sister is calling.
Yeah, I'll get you something new soon.
Ok, bye.
Pregnancy hotline,
how can I help you miss?
You're not funny Marc.
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