I had found him online. He was a kooky sketch comedian, and he maintained an incredibly honest, introspective blog littered with cultural references I loved. He was beautiful in a wicked, ethereal way, but he wasn’t beholden to his beauty. His life seemed like one long, fascinating lurch towards the

Remember Missed Connections? Craigslist’s personal section was not only used by lonely stranger danger booty calls but it was a popular site where you could reach out semi-anonymously to the “cute girl on the N-Judah” who was reading Eat Pray Love on your commute to the FiDi.

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On Craigslist there were a surprising number of posts for passengers seeking passengers, passengers seeking drivers, and other combinations found just within the last couple of weeks.

Many people who went to Burning Man did not get to have sex with the people they encountered at Burning Man. These are their stories. As the Burners return and undustify themselves, those who were eluded by love turn to Craigslist Missed Connections, a 2003-era relic intended to hook up star-crossed

I was at Shalaco‘s house the other night and his roommate, Praveen, came in and hung out with us for awhile. Apparently back in 2009 Praveen put up this utterly amazing Craigslist Missed Connection and it went viral and made it to Best of Craigslist. And now he said I can share

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I don’t go to the Folsom Street Fair. It comes to me. Literally, I open my front door onto it. So, Sunday was a pretty fucking insane day. I saw men dressed as firemen blowing each other (there’s a joke about hoses there). I saw people dressed as horses dragging