Reading the section is the ultimate voyeuristic act—a way to eavesdrop on the intimacy and romantic hopes of others.

It would stand to argue that online dating is the solution to centuries of bad hook-ups and regretfully taken oaths.

So I began posting my own: There is so much to dread / m4w / 27 / Manhattan My friends tell me it is too soon or that the grass is growing tall beneath my feet. I’ve never traded flirtatious texts after midnight.

What is the difference between “seeing,” “hanging out with,” and “dating” someone?

I’ve always been fascinated by the missed connections section on Craigslist.

Nestled away amongst all the apartment listings and gently used IKEA couches are posts from would-be lovers, searching for the alluring strangers glimpsed in subways and diners.