Your intrepid correspondents are fanned out across the neighborhood in search of Missed Connections. We’re making eyes, tossing goofy smiles, looking and then looking away. We’ll keep you posted:
I was looking at birds, you were looking at me — w4m (mission district)
Date: 2011-02-14, 4:46PM PST
I was looking up at squawking flock of birds passing by. I lowered my eyes to see you looking at me. You: mirrored Wayfarers and black hair. Me, tortoiseshell glasses, brunette. We both were wearing black leather jackets, walking down Valencia at around 5 p.m. on Saturday. Hello.
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