You saw someone. You didn't say hi.

A NOTE FROM THE FOUNDER

A while back I walked out of a movie, and a woman smiled at me on the stairs. I was still half inside the film, and I didn't say a word. By the time I reached the sidewalk she was climbing into a gray car, and that was that. I thought about it the whole way home — not just her, but how often this exact thing must happen, to everyone, everywhere, every night. Ships Pass is the thing I wished existed that night. — Don

HOW IT WORKS

Write the moment. Where you were, roughly when, what almost happened. No photos of them, no names — just the moment.
It posts tomorrow. Nothing on Ships Pass goes up in real time, so no one can ever be found where they're standing.
If it was them, they'll know. People follow the places they love and get a note when something lands there. The first thing you ask is something only the person who was there could answer.

OUR PROMISES

Nothing posts in real time. No photos of anyone until two people choose to match. No rankings, no scores, no swiping. No tracking and no check-ins — Ships Pass never knows where you are. And none of it is ever for sale: not to advertisers, not to anyone, not for any price.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn, 1863

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