Cooley Zooey: I Need The Name of a Woman… – m4w – Los Angeles

Los Angeles Impersonals > Missed Connections, m4w

BEWARE of any individuals who claim affinities to anime porn, feet, Phish or want to meet up in their “awesome studio apartment.

You were at my improv show at The Angry Vagina, the tiny art theater/mostly coffee house. My troupe was called This Thursday? You sat in the second row of folding chairs, next to a hipster who was wearing a yellow, Steve Zissou hat and a cutoff denim vest with gym shorts. You wore Hootie and the Blowfish glasses even though they clearly didn’t magnify your eyes or provide any visual aid. Doesn’t matter, I could see those cute, blue bug eyes from anywhere. You were like my own personal Zooey Deschanel.

I was doing a scene where I played a unicyclist reciting slam poetry about my pet turtle. I pretended to fall off my unicycle at the end. It got great laughs from all 10 of you. I looked up and we made eye contact. You took off your glasses and licked your lips. It may have been from what you were drinking, or it may have been from your raging libido. I smiled, coyly, shyly, not trying to break the fourth wall, but desperately wanting to penetrate your walls.

I hope you weren’t there with the dude with the cutoff denim vest, because that would seriously taint my high opinion of your taint.

Later, after the show, I went to find you by the coffee bar but you weren’t there. I asked the barista if she had seen you, but she only asked if I wanted that latte with whole or skim milk. I told her I didn’t order anything and then she gave me one made with cream anyway.

Do you like lattes? We should get one.

Love,

Desperate Improviser

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