[McClain]

I would like you invite you all to share your Missed Connection experiences. I'll get the ball rolling:

You were from Kentucky and I was soiling my corduroys - m4w - 25

I saw you pacing about the aisles in Blockbuster, looking for that perfect movie. You were wearing a cute T-shirt that said "Gettin' Lucky In Kentucky." I like Kentucky; it's a good state. Better than the other 49, anyway. You know, if you're in to the whole, "Railing your own sister" kinda' thing. Yeah.
I knew you were my kind of girl because out of the 25 minutes you spent looking for that perfect movie, about 8 of those minutes were spent in the Horror section. I love horror movies.

I'd love to be the guy you clutch in a moment of sheer terror. We can cuddle on the couch because that's something I haven't had in a while. Prostitutes make you pay extra for cuddling. And by the way, a bj is incurred in the initial cost, but I have to pay extra to be held?
Anyway. We'd have to get VHS because I don't have a DVD player. I'm a devotee of VHS like other people are enthusiasts of vinyl. It has a glorious eminence to it. You'll end up sitting on the remote and we'll both laugh because you liked it.

You kept coming back to the Horror section and you were eyeing one of my favorite movies of all time; Munchies.

That's right baby. I can Munchies you all night long if you want. Actually I can't because I have TMJ and my doctor says I shouldn't even chew gum, but I'm willing to munchie for a couple minutes, at least.

And here's where I knew you were too good to be true... You looked around to see if someone was watching. I thought maybe you caught wind of my spying and freaked out. But no, you looked around, noticed that no one was noticing you, and you then commenced to dig in your ass through your jeans.

Baby, most guys would find this disgusting. But I just don't care. I do it, too. Hell, everyone does it; I just won't hide the fact. You can itch your corn hole all day long if you want to. Doesn't bother me. I’ll don a rubber glove, stick a finger the bucket of Crisco (we keep it by the couch, you know, just in case) and rub your beautiful butt hole if you want me to.

I’m pretty sure our eyes met when you were at the register. I was the guy pretending to sort through the discount candy bin. Do you like miniature Charleston Chews as much as I do? I noticed you purchased a soda with your movie. Girl, I love soda.
I love you.