Missed Connection Mashup - Lincoln, Nebraska

To the hot Biker Guy I spent the night with this week. Thank you I had a nice time. Let's do it again. Contact me and lets set it up. Include the name of your pet and what I wore to bed so I know it's you. It seems like a lifetime ago I knew. And now i swear i see you most mornings on my way to work in your company van. Do you ever remember that day at McDonalds? Can you ever think of pioneers park the same? We fought so hard to be together. You waited for me. I think of you often and sometimes wonder what life would be like if we were still together. You can't go back in life but you can look back and regret. I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you. It never should have ended that way or at all... We sat together opposite to one another in different table. I was in the booth and you were studying on the table near by my booth. We had a eye contact several time and we smiled too. Before you left the library you looked at me and i noded my head. Email me if you want to hangout. You look very cool and interesting guy. Let me know your laptop brand so that I know we are in the same page. I am looking for Amanda. I wish I could remember her last name. She used to visit Erics trailer in Gaaslight. It has been about 11 years now. You left a note on my vehicle the first time I met you and we ended up becoming pretty good friends. There was a misunderstanding thanks to a thrid party and I haven't talked to you since. I ran into her once but it didn't click who you were until I walked away. I am so bummed I wasn't able to find you again that night. Maybe there is a slim chance you will read this or someone reading this will know you. Im keeping my fingers crossed cause I really miss my buddy! I had the hottest AC repair man out to my house today. His name was Lou and tell me what company you were from! He was the nicest guy and very knowledgeable! I would recommend this company over and over! To the Dollar Tree knockout, it was around 3:30 p.m. You made my jaw drop. You were looking at cosmetics, but I don't see why you would need them. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. You were wearing shorts and a low-cut top. You could wear anything and look beautiful.

To remember

2 am in Fraser, Colorado. It's winter and I'm asleep in my baby blue daybed with just enough blanket to keep from freezing. The wood burning stove that heats the entire house isn't doing its job. The chill in the air slaps me awake. It's so cold I can see my breath. So cold that when I ruffle the icy sheets, four little mice scurry out from the warm spot between my legs. 

Mumbai, India, 1998. We are staying in a dilapidated guest house on the forth floor of a saffron colored building stained black with diesel fumes. The florescent light flickers above our heads. In the hallway, an emaciated man sleeps on a straw mat, a hand covering his eyes, his boney elbow pointing upward. For a second I think he's dead. For a second I think it won't be long until he is. 

Hanoi International Airport, Vietnam 2009. I am on a small bus that is taking me and several others from the exit stairs of the plane to baggage claim area. I hold onto the center pole inside the bus, my other hand grasps the handle of my suitcase. I wear a green dress made especially for this day by a tailor I befriended in Danang. My heart races. To curb my anxiety I look around and smile at all the Vietnamese faces staring at me. I count the seconds. I smile. The bus stops and we all rush to get out. A few men ask if they can help me with my bag. They don't speak English, but I understand what they say through their gesticulations. These motions are somehow universal. I say cảm ơn and shake my head no. I enter the baggage claim area. My heart rate accelerates. I have an urge to poop. I look around and see the back of a white man's head. He wears a sky blue short-sleeved shirt. His hair is golden blonde and a little long. These moments are blurry. Either he turns to see me, or I turn to see him. There is too much adrenaline between us to hone in on the actions of the moment. It's all nerves and fear and adoration. But then we come into focus. I no longer need to poop. He is there. I am there. We are together. For the first time. 

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