I’m posting this here so people can leave comments: are there any successful (or horrendous?) PSST stories out there? Like, has anyone read them, recognized themselves as the subject, and actually responded and met with the person secretly in love with them? Curiosity is getting the best of me 🙂
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  1. “Girl with brown hair on bus #52 on Wednesday. We never met (I don’t even think you saw me), but if you would like to meet for a coffee, maybe we could chat?”

    Yeah, i’m sure lots of those PSST section posts amount to something/anything.

  2. Yeah man, that’s how I met my girlfriend. She rode the 18 everyday, so I stalked her for a while, rode the same bus (even though it made me an hour early). I would sit right behind her so I could smell her hair secretly, and hear what she was listening to on her iPod. Of course, I’m very shy so striking up a conversation wasn’t an option, so I took out an ad in PSST, and said basicly everything I just said, but added, I’m in love with you, turn around! And the next week, she wasn’t on the bus. I was so sad, but then, next week in the coast, I read this:

    Guy who sits behind me on the 18: you are the man of my dreams! I was too shy to talk aswell, but tommorow I’ll be back, and we can have coffee. My friends are going to be so jealous! You smell my hair? That’s so romantic and not creepy at all.. Cya tommorow!

    So, her and I lived happily ever after. Nah, just kidding. I’d be interested to hear sucsess stories aswell but I don’t think there are any. They are super fun to read tho. I really did read one where a guy said he smells her hair on the bus. Fucking losers!

  3. I actually wrote a Psst about a year and a half ago. it wasn’t directed at anyone specific., and it wasn’t a public airing of a crush i had on a stranger.

    It was more my thoughts and musings on a particular aspect of the city. It was meant to be humours and kind of an inside joke directed at the people who live in a certain part of the city, and thus would understand the where I was coming from. kinda like one of those ” hey, did ya ever notice……” kinda things.

    Someone who totally got the joke wrote me to comment on my post and we ended up chatting and becoming good friends in real life, still are.

  4. also – One thing I do hate is when people respond to a PSST by posting a rebuttal Psst rather than just emailing that person who wrote it directly and they end up having a whole dialogue in a classified section.

    and people who declare to strangers they love them just cause they see them on their daily travels generally come across as creepy and desperate, Even if they are well written.

  5. Wow. I’ve never looked at the Psst section until just now. They actually do sound like shithawk’s mocking Psst!
    Those people are even weirder than us bitchers are!

  6. I wrote a Psst back in December; but it was just to be silly and say “Happy Anniversary” to my fiance…
    Seriously though, I don’t understand why people confess their feelings for a friend/co-worker/stranger/whateve in the Psst column… That costs like $10 an ad… It’d be cheaper just to have the stones to SAY it to their face

  7. for the price of publishing a PSST ad for one issue you could take that person you have a crush on out for coffee for a more organic face to face experience.

    …Just a thought Psst folks

  8. Dino – That is actually a good idea.

    Just don’t think of me as one of those creepy-lives-in-his-parents-basement-it-rubs-the-lotion-on-its-skin-I-like-the-way-your-hair-smells-when-you-are-asleep kinda people.

    …Thats just the visual character of PSST posters I have in my head. Not like the leather jacket wearing cigarette smoking cool kids who hang out in the LTWWB section. Seriously, we make the rat pack look like the cast from revenge of the nerds we are so cool.

    …if i was in front of you right now we’d totally be bumping fists.

  9. How about fixing the PSSTs so it looks normal in Google Chrome? Seriously, guys, I’m still waiting.

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