How to Find Someone You Met or Saw Once? – Find Your 'Missed Connections' Here!

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new york It's been a month since I met a guy at a nightclub. We've been together, for just a night. But, I'm still thinking of him. I tried not to, but I couldn't resist his memory in me. He brought a piece of me, I never thought existed. After that night, I felt something was different. *** It was almost 2am when my friend and I got into The Mean Fiddler. We were in NYC for a conference, and that was our last day. We thought, let's go dance and be crazy. So, we did. I was on the dance floor, when his friend introduced me to him. He said, they're celebrating his retirement. I never entertained it on my mind. I was preoccupied by the fact that they're Americans. And, I never liked white guys. I'm Asian and my country is one of the neocolonies of the US. And I hate it. I hate the white-glorification. I hate cultural imperialism. I try to resist every piece of it that is embedded in my culture. But when I looked at his face, he was smiling at me warmly. His smile was so sweet. Then, I looked into his eyes. I felt the gentleness. My hatred slowly ceased away. I saw a person, just like me. We danced. I felt a bit ashamed of my prejudices against white guys. He's the opposite of what I thought white guys are. I couldn't stop staring at him. And he was making me smile. It was really ecstatic. Then, I asked his name. He said, "Kevin." I asked what he does. He replied, "I'm a cop." My fantasy was doomed. (continued) Blew my chance on 25/03/2016 @ 05:43

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