There are some total Crazie McKooKoo's out there, there's no doubt about it, but every now and then something comes up that's pretty gosh darn sweet. For instance:
Apparently some mancub named Parick Moberg thinks he saw the girl of his dreams on the subway. I applaud him for the slightly queasy, slightly adorable drawing, and having the chutzpah to do something about it. Also: noticing the girl's "rosy cheeks" and describing her braided hair as "fancy." Here's the man himself:
Patrick discusses the girl of his dreams from Jakob Lodwick on Vimeo.
I mean...I get it: the sketches, the hair messy-ing, the hoodie, the shyness tempered with putting his phone number on the internet. But... Who cares? Sort of adorable, right?
I check my local Craig's List missed connections page, because it tickles me. The idea of love at first sight is appealing because it's instant, it's the fallacy of love without effort, time, or hurt. Primarily though, I'm always looking for a good story and this, no matter how it ends, is a great story.
(Thanks to Gawker.com for the link.)
The possible girl of hoodieboy's dreams has been found. Turns out the blue-shorted, rosy-cheeked ladylass is an intern over BlackBook. Her name is Camille! That totally matches his hair/hoddie combo. Let's wish the kids luck, huh?