Water dater

From Missed Connections:

Papalote 9pm girl group, black hair, glasses – m4w – 30 (mission district)

You smiled when our eyes met while you were getting water. I also enjoy water. Maybe we can get some water together. [link]

[via Roll Over Easy]

Who do you love?

[via Abby]

Candy Winters on the Google Glass controversy

Look under your dresser!

Have you bought a secondhand dresser from the Sunset sometime in the past few years? If so, pull out the drawers now! If you’re lucky, you’ll find a secret aquatic surprise painted by an anonymous artist:

About 6 years ago, perhaps longer I was subletting a friends room. While he was away I pulled out all of his dresser drawers and painted underneath them an aquatic scene. I never told him about it and he ended up selling the thing. Do you remember buying a dresser in the sunset? Would you like to take a quick peek under there, you might find a seahorse couple. I don’t want the dresser back I just want to find out where it went.

How magical! And of course, let us know if you happen to be the lucky winner.

The Mission’s very own ‘Dating Game’ returns

It’s Z Dating Game at Z Space! And it happens again this Friday! It’s just like whatever dating game show you watched on TV back in the day, but it’s live, and in the Mission, and there’s booze and swearing!

RSVP and invite your friends!

To win a pair of tickets, tell us your best/worst Valentine’s Day anecdote in the comments section below. Winner will be judged based on merit and notified asap. Contest ends at 5pm today.

Searching for ‘Sexy Google Glass guy’

The Roll Over Easy crew this morning read through a selection of recent Mission Connections, and this was the big closer. Like DJ Sequoia, I’m going to choose to believe this is real:

Sexy Google Glass guy at Local Mission Market – w4m (mission district)

I know you saw me — how couldn’t you?

Or at least you could replay it later in the silver pair of technological seduction perched on the rim of your ear. I couldn’t help but stare, you caught my eye and I was smitten. You were perusing the gluten-free crackers aisle, a bottle of organic pinot grigio tucked under your arm, talking into your iphone. At first i thought you were one of those “eccentric” SF types that talk to themselves on the street until I realized it was just Siri and breathed a sigh of relief. Your polarfleece jacket was jauntily slung over your shoulder and I caught a glimpse of an ID card lanyard trailing out the back of your jeans pocket. You rocked that gingham plaid buttondown like there was no tomorrow (business casual never looked so good!). Did you go to MIT, or was it Stanford? My god, you are one in a million.

Brunch at Mission Beach Cafe or rock climbing at Mission Cliffs? Yes, please!
ps — I’m the girl wearing the Warby Parkers. [link]

Be sure to click through and look at all the pics, while you can.

Falling in love can change a place

Our pal Valerie, in the latest entry on her blog about subletting in different neighborhoods all over SF, tells the story of a spring romance, and how it made the Mission feel (and how it continues to make the Mission feel, even now that it’s long over):

We finally happened when I moved to Bernal a few months later. I was loitering around 22nd Street when I bumped into Donald and his friends at the Latin American Club. I politely asked how he’d been and if he’d decided on New York. He was going to leave in May. We realized we were going to be neighbors during my stay in Bernal, and joked about how we would throw rocks at each others windows and find ladders so we can climb through, just like in Clarissa Explains it All.

That night continued with peanuts and whiskeys at The Homestead. I suggested we go back to my office and eat Girl Scout cookies but we ended up making out the whole way back to his house.

Read on for the whole story.

[Photo also by Valerie]

Holiday Girlfriend needs a job!

Remember when Holiday Boyfriend captivated your hearts a couple winters ago?  Well, it seems as though holiday boyfriend and girlfriend eventually became regular boyfriend and girlfriend, and now they’re back again, just in time for this holiday season!


Let me be clear. I want a job. But, I don’t really want a job.

I just want one for my holiday girlfriend.

Let’s recognize something. Getting laid off sucks, especially after you moved from Florida to California two years ago to work for a non-profit that does fantastic humanitarian projects that you truly believe in, and most especially after you welded together an entire conference (Exhibit A: http://architectureforhumanity.org/dlygadlive13) basically by yourself to help further fund previously mentioned organization/sinking ship. Then after getting complimented on how it was “the best one we’ve had yet” you were unceremoniously shitcanned.

Let’s recognize another thing. She’s awesome at community and communications management, great at fundraising with high level folks, has a solid understanding of operational flow (SalesForce and website handshaking etc), kicks ass at social media, event planning, plenty of other stuff and is tall and pretty.

She holds bachelor’s and master’s degrees in architecture from accredited universities. She has worked in the service industry and AmeriCorps so she has a solid-as-fuck work ethic — she is not some softie who calls in “sick” because of bad weather or a hangover.

She’s also pretty OVER nonprofits at this point.

Interested? Here’s…

How it works if:
• You’re a JOB CREATOR: reply to this email with a description of said job. MUST be in San Francisco or the immediate Bay Area unless it is especially sweet (and we’re talking a Gigantic Cotton Candy™ smothered in local honey and gestating a mid-six figure salary kind of saccharine here)
• You’re a PERSON WHO KNOWS PEOPLE: reply to this email with the best form of contact for a person who is a JOB CREATOR.

Thank you all in advance.

(And yes, this is the original “holiday girlfriend guy.” Accept no substitutions.)

(Via Craigslist)

[Completely unrelated photo by gaelen]

Who needs dating apps

Even our sex clubs are being evicted due to rising rent

Is nothing sacred?

Confession:  I had no idea this place even existed the whole time I’ve lived here, but apparently Mission Control, “the 13-year-old sex-positive, community and member play space, has lost its lease at 21st and Mission, and will be forced to move at the end of November.”

They’re not giving up completely, however, and are actively searching for another location (which I hope will still be in the Mission, because honestly that’s the raddest name for a sex club ever).  Learn more about how you can help out here.