After the Burn ends and caravans of weary adventurers resume their workaday lives, nothing remains except dust in their shoes and the bittersweet longing of playa romances.
And the records of those romances on Craigslist.
Here are a handful of local missed connections from Burning Man.
Burning Man: Zeitgeist looking for Guess from the Ashram Galactica — m4w (Black Rock City)
I should say that I was hardly sober (very much to my determinant in this situation), but I understood your playa name to be Guess. A confusing, but beautiful name if that was correct...I gave you one of my LED hair lights and you gave me a ring light... I was on my way to meet you and your friends at a party at 4:30 and Esplanade, when I got a bit over whelmed by the beauty and chaos of the area, so I walked away to seek some calm off a side street when I got hit hard by my first severe white-out for 30-45 minutes...The romantic in me hopes that with any luck this message will reach you, otherwise I suppose like everything else out there, it will blow away like dust in the wind.
Crying under a crocodile at burning man. Mark, aka Fruit Salad — w4m (oakland downtown)
You were crying under a crocodile. I was with a couple friends who noticed. You had a purple (was it blue?) faux-hawk. We descended upon you and embraced and comforted you. We ended up back at your camp in a delirious state of sleep deprivation and substance come-down. You made us bacon and eggs and we lay down for a nap that became a bit of a sticky triangle...Are you out there? I remember you saying you lived in Oakland. I remember your playa name being fruit salad. I remember your hands, and all your bracelets, I remember your brown eyes, with their tears and their intensity. These are the only details I can recall to help me find you.
Looking for Ox from Burning Man — w4m (Acrobatic Show)
We met over by the big light up orb. You gave me some of your hair :)
To Suzanne from Burning Man auction — m4w (Black Rock City)
So that I know it's you, tell me what you said after you asked me how fast I run.
French Maids- Umbrella? — m4w (Burning Man)
My umbrella, your umbrella.
Where did you go?
You got off without me and I wanted to connect with you
Twelve from Burning Man — w4m (Black Rock City)
A huge group of guys followed me around the playa calling me Queen until it was late and just the three of us. I named you Twelve. I passed out and woke up confused then ran away.
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