Debunker: Is the Grand Central Missed Connection a Fake?

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The latest viral Craigslist “Missed Connection,” by a man recounting a brief romance with a woman he met at Grand Central Station forty years ago, generated a whole lot of buzz online — but the post is likely a fake. A quick fact-check reveals some key details that don’t add up. Let’s break this one down after the jump…

First, the Craigslist post itself (since taken down):

Grand Central – November 1973 – m4w – 58 (Midtown)

In the fall of 1973 I was studying as a freshman at NYU, and after failing to make my initial train home to Maine, I was rushing through Grand Central on the evening before Thanksgiving 1973 when I spotted you, emerging from one of the railways, with a look of utter confusion on your face. You had the blondest hair I had ever seen, and a plaid dress. I had never seen a plaid dress before.

I was, in those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I’ve never shook that stubborn sense of timidity or loneliness in crowds. To this day, trying to explain the uncharacteristic courageousness that seized me in that moment, and inspired me to walk up to you and say “are you lost?” is almost completely beyond me.

You were studying at Oberlin, and on your way to spend Thanksgiving with your aunt in Jersey City. After explaining to you where you could get a bus, I asked, in spite of knowing it would mean sacrificing my last chance to spend the holiday with my family (and likely infuriate my over-protective mother), if you wanted to get a drink and you said yes.

We walked out into a rainy Manhattan street and ducked into the first (cheap) bar we saw, where I ordered us two bottles of beer. Now in my 50’s, when with any luck a man might finally begin to acquire that elusive thing called wisdom, I know that there is nothing more exciting yet rare in life than making a true connection with someone. I have always been too sentimental for my own good, but in all honesty, I have never felt more at ease with anyone than I did laughing and talking to you that dimly lit midtown bar.

When I confessed that I purposefully missed my train to keep talking to you, you smiled slyly and said “well I guess it’s only fair that I miss my bus.” With no money for a cab, we walked to my Lower East Side dorm room, which was deserted aside from my German classmate Franklin, who kindly gave us a half-finished bottle of red wine.

We made love that night, and in the morning coached one another through shaky phone calls to our angry relatives back home. With the November cold turning the night’s rain into a dreary wintery mix, we stayed in bed all day, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, discussing politics and philosophy. You told me you had never felt “so New York before.”

That evening, you took a bus to Jersey City. A few weeks later I received a letter from California. You sent no return address, and I never saw you again.

I have been married twice since then – once divorced, and once widowed. I have had a successful career as an English professor, and am a proud father. My life has known its share of triumphs and heartaches, of love and loss. Against my better judgement, I haven’t forgotten that day – and, at least once a year, while mowing the lawn, or reading a newspaper, the details come back to me.

Perhaps, if life’s strange circumstances can permit it, we can have a second drink.

Here are the two telltale signs that this could be all an elaborate fake:

Telltale sign #1 — the trains. The first big question casts some doubt. If he was headed to Maine, why was he at Grand Central and not Penn Station? Amtrak was created in 1971, and the Metroliner service to Boston, forerunner to the Northeast Regional and Acela services, started in 1972 — and it ran out of Penn Station. (What isn’t immediately clear is whether any of the old New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad service continued after the switch to Amtrak; that legacy railroad did indeed run express trains between Boston and Grand Central.) Plus there was no train from Boston to Maine between 1965 and 2001, when Amtrak’s current Downeaster service started.

Telltale sign #2 — the weather. Here’s where the story really falls apart. A rainy Manhattan street the night before Thanksgiving? A wintry mix on Thanksgiving day? Nope. Thanksgiving in 1973 fell on November 22. Pulling historic weather info from Weather Underground, we can see that while it did rain in New York City on November 21, it was only 0.02 inches. And on the 22nd? No rain. No wintry mix. In fact, it was 64 degrees. At the Macy’s parade that day, the sun was shining on Mickey Mouse.