My CRAIGSLIST Missed Connection Found Me !

... and his name is Peter !

The missed connection was with a person I had encountered some time ago. Like... maybe... ten years ago. He had blond hair, an American name, and a big dick.

Yeah, sorry to be so frighteningly vulgar.

He lived in a house with others and he kept the action quiet. We had sex in the livingroom on the shag rug. The walls had masks on them; from India and from Africa. The blond haired guy with the American name and enormous Schwanz never invited me into his bedroom.

Every now and again I would post on CRAIGSLIST about my missed connection with the man. I remember the name of the street and the city. And I would post it with mention of the masks on the wall.
Imagine my surprise when he responded this week. It had been ten years. Ten years?

We only met twice. I didn't remember his name (other than that it was American sounding... Williams? Wilson? Walker?) He had NO RECOLLECTION of me. What struck him as even stranger is why I would consider him to have been such a hot experience.

His response was : "to be honest, I dont [sic] get why you are so into me. what about me...kept you interested all these years? what about me is so hot? after all, we only met like maybe 2 times.
"there are a million other places to meet and hook up with guys. and in 7 years it hasn't worked out? you dont [sic] have a boyfriend? or fuck buddy?"

I told him that I don't engage in a lot of sex. It's been over 2½ years since my last encounter with a man. To that he wrote, "I have been very active...off and on...bars. bath houses, Palm Springs, Pride here and other places....and many times while traveling. etc. so yes, its been less than 2.5 years. (like less than a week to be honest)
"I guess I dont [sic] get why I was so memorable and why...after all these years...you wanted to contact me."

So, I wished him well. What more could I say? You were uncomfortably large? You seemed very sensitive and had an innocent quality about you? I never heard a white man talk about wanting to go to or be in India as much as you? (Well, I take that back because I had a comparative religion course with a Caucasian instructor who was fascinated by the religions of India). He sent a photo. His hair is gone and he has a silver beard. Clearly, he doesn't think of himself as memorable. Maybe that's a good thing.

For sure it is a good thing when someone in the new millennium is comfortable enough to brag about all of the casual sex in which he engages. It is a clarion call for me to stay away because G*d only knows what he might be carrying or sharing.

These encounters have happened to me before. I would have a fractional piece of a memory of someone who never felt he was making an impression. Think of it as someone you might see on a bus or a subway car on the way to or from work. Sometimes you might have a second or two of eye contact and a thought might cross your mind that you had seen this person before; reading the newspaper, fingering his cell phone, or scratching away with a tooth pick in his mouth. Most men don't give such sights as worth a second thought.

What do I look at? I look for a ring. I check out the footwear. Is he fat? Has he shaved? Does he use product in his hair?

My missed connection will never be called upon again. He did not seem interested in a meet up even though he goes to bars, bath houses, Palm Springs, and travels elsewhere. Oh well, I am pleased at times that I can still have my memories of sex on a shag rug without the notion of wondering if the other person out there is having similar thoughts of me.