Every week there are always one or two CL Missed Connections that don’t make it on Sunday, but still deserve attention. Like this one:
This happened on Friday night after Metro. Me: Wasted. Worlds first supermodel. Big blond hair. Tall, leggy blond (test driving the color). I fell down, plop, not actually barfing though. All my stuff fell hemorrhaged out my maroon tote bag. You: Prince. Prince-like. You picked up my wallet and my moleskin (where I perfectly catalogue all the mutant powers I want when I grow up [iron stomach–check!]) and walked me/carried me home. I kept calling you ROY! because I thought your were my friend ROY! but he and I had parted ways a ways away. WHO ARE YOU!?!??! ps I’m not actually a hot tranny mess I just drink (a lot)
Advice: cut back on the drinkski, friend.
