YOU: Intimidatingly attractive young lady, gave me directions to find the right train to New Westminster. You were going to watch the lighting of the Christmas tree at the Art Gallery. ME: older guy, Tilley hat and wearing cargo shorts. I asked if you wanted to sit beside me and you did. I couldn't help staring at your face, perfect skin, blue eyes. And that mouth. I wanted to go with you but was way too shy to say anything, especially on the train. We never exchanged names, and I can't stop thinking about you. I wanted to kiss you right then and there. I'd like to talk about it with you...