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I'll admit it - I'm a Missed Connections troll.
But with good reason: I'm a notorious(ly sucessful) subway flirt. In fact, last night alone I got asked out after two stops on the F train. True story (and for the record, I declined; he asked for my number before my name (-10), and was also wearing a weird necklace (-15)--that shit is always questionable).
Like an obedient little puppy coming for its organic dog food every night, I can always count on the sex-starved rezzies of Park Slope to bear their souls/genitals on the Missed Connections board on a regular basis. Shit's pretty entertaining on a normal day, but sometimes you stumble on a something so good, it helps you (me) justify why you're (I'm) up at three in the morning giggling like a schoolgirl. Behold, the reason why we all fucking love Park Slope parents: