New Year’s Eve is prime time for missed connections: everyone’s drunk, reveling, surrounded by strangers, and you’re basically obligated to kiss someone – anyone – at midnight. Usually you don’t pee on them and bolt, but that’s exactly what happened in Bloomington this year. Oh, Indiana. The peed-upon party has posted a Missed Connection trying to find the mysterious urinator who has captured their heart. Maybe his resolution is to get into watersports?
I personally hope “You peed on me but it’s OK! I just want to know who you are!” joins “To me, you are perfect” and “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” in the pantheon of most romantic statements of all time. Usually it takes at least a couple of months in a relationship before you hit the point where you are unfazed by your significant other’s bodily fluids, and for this person it took five minutes! That’s beautiful. Totally gross, but beautiful.