Dressed in gray drinking sparks, you were standing at the end of the bar when the smoke bomb went off, when I was ordering a PBR, then standing on the upper level during the following band. I was wearing a dark sweater, and standing by the door parallel to you. I was forced to leave before I had the opportunity to say hello.
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Over 9000! internets to the first person who can get me a date with the woman in the picture. or her name & phone #. or some more pics.
You were posting some drivel about shit that nobody cares about. Dressed up in your own smug sense of self-worth, I thought I overheard you bitching about how nobody plays here who has a great haircut.
I was the guy in the corner with the stylish hat, complaining about condos and how Nashville is not L.A. I left before I could give you one shred of criticism that you would actually take to heart. We should get hot together in a dumpster somewhere while discussing how Nashville needs more people like us.
Who is the girl in the photo? It looks like she "Jim The Cop'd" a little bit when chugging. Regardless of her chugging skills, we need more of her and less of Mr. Gold.
Tobin, what if that's really a dude.
Irrelevant. S/he is far too good looking to have anything to do with me.
i dunno if i'd be willing to wager such an enormous crush on a 45 degree profile, with one of her most important features covered by can of caffeinated malt beverage.
Casio,
I think that in the minds of the above commentators, her most important features are perfectly visible.
Is this the same blog that makes fun of Dave Matthews? Can you do that and then post these? Is that legal on the Internet?
I'm glad Tracy occasionally posts these, because it's answered a question I've long had about missed connections ads... "Who reads this shit?"
As for the girl in the pic, she looks kinda like Mandy Moore.
i'm just going to skip missed connections and go straight to the Cream...
Me: Tall, skinny guy in brown pleather (more like plastic even than pleather) jacket at the 3 Crow by the ATM last night named Larry Mell Morgan, JR.
You: Girl with blonde hair named Bennett.
You came up to me and hugged me just to be nice, and I, being little drunk and little confused responded with something like, "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ACT LIKE YOU HATE ME??", to which you responded, "I don't even know you." to which I responded, "oh...sorry." to which you responded...by walking away. I was going to buy you a beer, but some other deusche (other than me) beat me to it.
Oh, I thought that was another person of German descent.
sorry about that. i don't have style, and i'm not german (as far as i know). it was unintentional because i'm an idiot.
@ Darren: You wondered "who reads this shit" about the Missed Connections, while (presumably) reading them yourself? Or if you DON'T read them, how do you know enough about them to ask that question? You've created a paradox that is blowing my mind.
Goddamn, the chick in that picture is bangin'.