Missed Connections Poetry on Craigslist, Under the Influence A STRANGER across the bar, a glass in his or her hand, a wild fire in the eyes. What is it that draws us to drunk people? Their volubility? Their lack of inhibition? Or is it that - in a birds-of-a-feather sort of way - our would-be partner's muddled state is so often a reflection of our own? Whatever the case, intoxication's influence on romance is a classic literary trope, ably demonstrated in these poems "found" last week in the Missed Connections section of newyork.craigslist.org. They are printed verbatim, with only line and stanza breaks added; their titles are the subject headings. To Jennifer the Chinese Girl Who Drank and Passed Out Jennifer the Chinese girl who passed out. You met me the tall european guy and I invited you for a drink. I bought the half pitcher of sangria You downed those three drinks and I told you you were drinking too fast and to sip them O.M.G. you passed out in the bathroom and the owners called an ambulance I feel so bad ... I never got your number and I want to know that you are OK. 2 wk Notice Submitted; You're Moving to Panama Chances are you'll never read this, but I would like to apologize for emasculating you by all the water ordering and running off that way when everyone was leaving. Bachelorette parties can take a toll by 3am. Although I'm sure your eggs are fabulous, heading home was the right choice. It was tempting, but I'm a girl you bring home to your mother, not one you bring home from the bar. You are incredibly cute and very thoughtful. Thanks for a wonderful chat and a New Year's kiss (you are a GREAT kisser). Best of luck to you in Panama! Drunk Irish Guy to the Girl in the Red Tights on the Subway to Queens drunk irish guy to the girl in the red tights on the subway to queens i really hope I did not creep you out... I was so drunk and you were so hot... I wish I could have met you at a different moment and a different place. Lisa, the Redhead, Tattooed Electrician ...at Motor City Bar with your electrician friend last Saturday. I wanted to buy you that drink, but you came on a little strong with the whole "thirsty" bit. Then I had to leave. Regrettably. Another chance? Same spot? Different spot, same "hood? Let me know. First round of shots on me if you can tell me what kind of music you were going dancing to. Edward - Thanks for the Fries We both wanted Burger King around midnight last night, but it was closed. We both went down the block and you held the door for me at McDonald's. You said you'd been drinking since 5, I said I'd just gotten out of work. You work for Thompson-Reuters, I'm "artsy." They jipped me on fries, but you finally convinced me to take yours. It really made my day