Yesterday’s Sunday Brooklyn Missed Connection about the sex addict in Park Slope was such an obvious choice to feature that we had to leave an excellent candidate behind at the station. It’s about a somewhat hirsute Missed Connection:

Subway Sasquatch, where are you? – w4m – 22 (L train 8AM)

YOU: Head of a hipster, body of Chewbacca, taking one too many pictures of yourself on the L this morning…ME: Blond hair messily tucked into ski-hat and green Welli boots. Amused by your antics and always one for an intergalactic manly-manly, but too involved with my ipod to take a risk…I noticed you offered your seat to a woman with baby carriage. You saw me smiling. Then it was First Avenue – my stop – and all was lost. If you’re looking from a princess to rescue from a bla-Friday, even better, a date for a late showing of Iron Man, I’m the one. Hoping to hear from you soon. Lula

UPDATE: Lula, we think your fur ball has been found. We gathered this post over the weekend and, then, wrote it last night. Jen Carlson answered this mystery a while ago on Gothamist. So, as it turns out, there was a Missed Connection response, after all, only it refers to Sasquatch and Chewbacca rather than a Wookie.