The ladies of New Orleans can't resist Trey Manthey, that much is for sure. It seems like every other day I open my inbox to find of flood of admirers begging me to go look at the "missed connections." I never do; I wouldn't want to lose the good-natured humilty that people find so endearing in the first place.

However, natural curiousity can be difficult to resist, so just this morning I indulged in taking a peek at the Connections Missed. What do I see?

Tall Asian Guy at Rue - w4m - 24
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Reply to: pers-204347722@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-09-07, 6:23PM CDT

Ok. You came in wearing light tan cargo shorts, White tanktop and your arm was bandaged. You were looking so good!!!! You glanced my way and I averted my eyes so you wouldnt see me staring at you. Next time your drink is on me.

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This is obviously me! First, I am tall. That is no secret. That was my first clue to piecing this mystery together. Second, although I am not Asian, I have been told that I look Asian, act Asian, and have the aura of an Asian person. Third, I am a guy. Dude. MAN. How many tall, Asian-looking dudes have been in the Rue lately?

This is where I started to get a little excited. I kept reading to find some slight inaccuracies. Por exemplo, I don't own cargo shorts, but when you (yeah, you) are staring at a guy's package, can you really be expected to remember if he is wearing olive green chinos or tan cargo shorts? Forgive and forget. Next, although I was wearing a tank top, it was not white, and it was under my shirt. Here I just assume that you saw the outline of the tank top under my shirt and thought it was white. Again, perhaps you were staring a little too much, but know that it was black, not white. Finally, my arm was not bandaged. I'm going to have to say that you just pulled that out of your ass, Miss Connection.

I'm going to wrap this up by saying that there is no reason to feel ashamed and avert your eyes. As I weave between the tables like a prowling shark, my eyes, although glazed over with a look of disaffected cool, are aware of all the ladies averting their eyes, covering their mouths, reaching for their purses, and holding their noses, all in a desperate attempt to get my attention. When do I get my free drink?

See you at the Rue!