A Craigslist Missed Connection…from 1973.

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on Nov 18, 2013
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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, in those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I’ve never shook that stubborn 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 in 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.




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8 Responses to “A Craigslist Missed Connection…from 1973.”

  1. ronna26 says:

    Thank you for sharing that beautiful moment. I'm going to repost it and I hope to see a piece on the next bottle of wine that you two share.

  2. Jennifer says:

    Fingers crossed for you!

  3. Jacinta says:

    Hahaha!! Right on 🙂 Who knows what affinity there’s is in this lifetime. It may have been just that shared time (out of time), which affected some aspect of their consciousness and trickled into their futures?! (Or not). That reminds me, it’s time to watch Serendipity, and Miracle on 34th Street, and It’s a Wonderful Life, and Bells of St Mary’s, and White Christmas, and……. Seeee yaa! I can’t wait.

  4. karen says:

    The wonderful picture – where is it in the world?

  5. Somebody says:

    That's the inimitable Grand Central Station.

  6. Rob says:

    I believe its Grand Central Station…

  7. Peg says:

    I had a similar experience in 1972 in northern Wisconsin while in college. My encounter lasted a weekend. I have never felt so close to someone. He left and went back to Oregon and I never heard from him again. I like to think he was someone from a past life and our paths randomly crossed for a brief moment. Maybe I will be with in in a future life. One can only hope.

  8. Jenny :) says:

    I hope she replies 🙁 I want to see what happens LOL