Making eyes on the N35

On the 2:15am (ish) N35 bus on Saturday night, technically Sunday morning. You stood in the gangway (bendy middle bit) of the bus in a brown jacket listening to your iPod, I was sitting in a seat close by in a green coat with a huge grey knit scarf. We kept catching each others eyes, but in typical Vancouver fashion, said nothing to each other. Let's prove that NY Times journalist wrong and prove that courtship still exists.