‘Most Beautiful Missed Connection Ever’ or Middling Creative-Writing Assignment? Vol. II

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The Internet did it, you guys: It found "the most beautiful NYC missed connection I've ever read" or "Probably the Most Beautiful Craigslist Missed Connection Ever," since the one a few months ago dubbed the "Ultimate Craigslist Missed Connection," a.k.a. the "Best Craigslist ‘Missed Connection’ Ever Written" (question mark?). This one is written in the voice of a 58-year-old, once-divorced widower and "successful" English professor, about a one-night stand he had on Thanksgiving 1973, so you know it's legit.

The post has since been deleted, but Reddit saved the full text for the historical record:

Grand Central — November 1973 — m4w - 58 (Midtown)

In the fall of 1973 I was studying as a freshman at NYU, and after failing to make my initial train home to Maine, I was rushing through Grand Central on the evening before Thanksgiving 1973 when I spotted you, emerging from one of the railways, with a look of utter confusion on your face. You had the blondest hair I had ever seen, and a plaid dress. I had never seen a plaid dress before.

I was, those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I've never shook that ... born sense of timidity or loneliness in crowds. To this day, trying to explain the uncharacteristic courageousness that seized me in that moment, and inspired me to walk up to you and say "are you lost?" is almost completely beyond me. You were studying at Oberlin, and on your way to spend Thanksgiving with your aunt in Jersey City. After explaining to you where you could get a bus, I asked, in spite of knowing it would mean sacrificing my last chance to spend the holiday with my family (and likely infuriate my over-protective mother), if you wanted to get a drink and you said yes.

We walked out into a rainy Manhattan street and ducked into the first (cheap) bar we saw, where I ordered us two bottles of beer. Now in my 50's, when with any luck a man might finally begin to acquire that elusive thing called wisdom, I know that there is nothing more exciting yet rare in life than making a true connection with someone. I have always been too sentimental for my own good, but in all honesty, I have never felt more at ease with anyone than I did laughing and talking to you that dimly lit midtown bar.

When I confessed that I purposefully missed my train to keep talking to you, you smiled slyly and said "well I guess it's only fair that I miss my bus." With no money for a cab, we walked to my Lower East Side dorm room, which was deserted aside from my German classmate Franklin, who kindly gave us a half-finished bottle of red wine.

We made love that night, and in the morning coached one another through shaky phone calls to our angry relatives back home. With the November cold turning the night's rain into a dreary wintery mix, we stayed in bed all day, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, discussing politics and philosophy. You told me you had never felt "so New York before."

That evening, you took a bus to Jersey City. A few weeks later I received a letter from California. You sent no return address, and I never saw you again.

I have been married twice since then — once divorced, and once widowed. I have had a successful career as an English professor, and am a proud father. My life has known its share of triumphs and heartaches, of love and loss. Against my better judgement, I haven't forgotten that day — and, at least once a year: while mowing the lawn, or reading a newspaper, the details come back to me.

Perhaps, if life's strange circumstances can permit it, we can have a second drink.

So, what do you say? Are you teary-eyed and convinced once again of the existence of love at first sight? Determined to help this man find true romance before the twilight of his life? Or does an NYU freshman deserve a B+ for a heartwarming holiday hoax sufficiently well done?