We received only a few responses to the Missed Connections post, but this didn't sadden us, Columbia. You see, the fewer Missed Connections, the more connected you must be, and we celebrate your happiness in love. But we continue to fight for those still seeking romance, so with that in mind, the following are the responses we did receive. If you think any apply to you, let us know (bwog@columbia.edu), and we'll forward along the email of your would-be paramour.

• you wear cute glasses. i wish i could work up the nerve to actually talk to you in class.

• A couple of months ago on the 1 train you sat down next to me. After a few minutes I looked up from my reading and you asked me if it was Nietzsche, but it was Nora. We chatted for a little while, and from 116th I walked you to the Barnard gate and after a still moment during which anything could have happened, said good bye.

• I was reading Plato on Low steps. You swooped in from the sky and disemboweled a pigeon no more than two meters before my feet.
  
  I knew at once that it was love, but I haven't caught so much as a glimpse of you since. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, you plunge at that pigeon with all the swiftness and grace of your noble rank.
  
  Please come back to me. I miss you.

After so many hours locked up in Butler, Bwog couldn't help but notice a few smoldering glances flying from person to person across the brutally well-lit study spaces. It got us thinking, and we decided to start a feature that we'd been considering for a long time:

Missed Connections.

Oh, my, yes. While some of you have already moved out of the dorms, there's still a few days left to catch the eye of whoever's been sitting next to you in CC missing your incisive comments about Kant. You can just do it on the Internet.

Here's how it works: add a comment on this post with a description of the object of your desire, and some way to get in touch with you, like an email address. (The comments are hidden.) We'll repost these, without the identifying emails, and gather the replies, then make the appropriate matches. It'll be great. We await your responses with bated breath.

UPDATE: Since time is fleeting, you have one hour (til 1:30 PM today) to post a missed connection. At that point, we'll be posting the comments. It's the last day of school, so like every teen movie tells you, now's the last chance to talk to the girl/boy of your dreams.

Dear John,

I know this will be difficult, but our budding relationship has reached a dead end.

When I met you, it was your culinary skills that made you stand out of the crowd who just wanted to make penis jokes. I fell so hard for you.

I felt my heart beating like a percussion quartet when your eyes met mine on a sideways glance. I should have known then...sideways glances never last.

We were so cute together, I'm so sorry it had to end so soon!

But last night, you really lacked control--although those few minutes were quite intense.

Yes, I've met someone else--his gleaming head, fashionable scarves and straightforward talk about Lacan have swept me off of my feet! Lacan!

It's hard for me to say this to someone that I care about so deeply, but I will have to cancel our date for tonight. I can't live a lie any longer.

Best,

Bwog

Columbia loves bureaucracy, burns employees

Back in the day, Columbia was the love police

Inhabitants of Sulzberger don't spend the night alone...they spend it together, in the gym

Moral: If you only ever date people in the Spec office, your perspective on Valentines Day/romance/seduction is...different.

Only today could a sentence like "ogling [Debora Spar] for an embarassingly long time" be fitting

This sign was spotted atop the muffin display case in Cafe 212.

Coming soon: a crumpled piece of notebook paper tacked up next to the sandwich menu, reading, "Do u like me? Check box yes or no. Luv, Turkey."

Zach van Schouwen tips off Bwog on a Facebook revelation:

Top Movies in the Columbia Network
1. Fight Club
2. Love Actually
3. Zoolander
4. The Big Lebowski
5. Shawshank Redemption

All pretty standard, except for number 2. What, was Four Weddings and a Funeral too edgy?

Someone who must truly adore the sculpture Tight Rope Walker (on the bridge over Amsterdam) has placed a mattress spraypainted with the words "Just in Case" beneath (thanks to Noam Harary for the photo). Bwog guesses that, after thirty years without a spotter, the spindly statuettes can finally relax.

Unless they fall in, um, any other direction...

The internets are afire with talk of this weekend's "Modern Love" column in the NY Times, authored by one Ashley Cross, a reputed student at our very own university. The mysterious Ms. Cross, who could not be located by Facebook, Columbia directory, or truly thorough Googling (unless she happens to own this site), has come under attack for defending her relationship with a Harvard student suspended from the institution after being accused of rape. In her piece, Cross divulges the two are no longer together, her ex-lover's apparently attractive assertiveness having been suppressed by the re-education programs he was ordered to attend as part of the plea bargain he worked out after criminal charges were filed (which also included house arrest). Still, she is now seen by many as having severely downplayed the allegations against him-- and helping to cast doubt on future rape accusations.

A tour of the controversy so far: a thread on the topic at liberal politics blog Daily Kos, where some seem confused by the fact the story has not run as a straightforward news item and others link the social implications of Cross' piece to the Duke rape case, has run to 340 responses; Gawker questioned Cross' reasoning...twice, Harvard's Gadfly ran lots of Crimson documentation on the question of the rape case, and IvyGate wants Cross' number.

In our second poetry post of the day, Bwog is happy to announce that both of this week's personals were offered dates. Pitr's suitor--who would like to remain anonymous--had a particularly charming proposition, reprinted below.

I have written a series of four haikus in order to try and explain why I love Pitr so, and why it should be me.

Spat in my face once.
Not expected, shocked staring.
But, very funny.

Would come to lit hum
Unshod, despite heavy snow.
Nearly reported.

Scooter and knee cap.
When they collide, immense pain
Always in a rush.

CC, Lit hum friend
Now so busy that I must
Ask Bwog to pick me.