This was quite a while ago, in early August around Pride weekend. You were wearing a hat and walking your dog, an adorable cocker spaniel, on Denman street towards Robson. I have blond/light brown, shorter hair and was walking south with my redheaded friend.
That was the second time we've seen each other in the neighbourhood, the first being around Cardero and Haro a couple weeks earlier when we did a few double takes. You have a fantastic smile!
Third time's a charm?
you are a slim, short brunette shopping for groceries on sunday afternoon at the donalds market on hastings. we made eyes again by the counter on your way out... i'm 5'10", dirty blonde hair in small running shorts, a tshirt and am heavily tattooed...
do you like bad jokes and men who wear short shorts more often than they should? how about a coffee? what colour shirt was i wearing..?
You were my waiter at Cheers, and well, you weren't a fiddler, exactly... You play the guitar, but you've got fiddlers in the family and fiddles that are worth like ten grand apparently? I overheard you saying that you wanted to go into music. You're freakishly attractive, mind-blowingly so, and I had no idea what the heck you were doing in a restaurant as crappy as that. I was the guy with the gray bird t-shirt and irritating family... I'm probably never going to see you again, but I just wanted to let you know that you're gorgeous. Play those instruments and you'll have guys and girls falling over you. I wish you the best.
I sat across from you: blond, red lipstick, long eyelashes, white top, black jeans, boots, preoccupied by your phone and ipad. I got your attention just as you were getting off, at Dunbar and 16th. I had a box of groceries, was heading home to cook, and liked the idea of cooking for you. Let me know.
I stopped in to donate some books to the Library. I handed you a pop-up book and you told me about the graveyard. I should have asked you out. Was so distracted lost my sunglasses whe.I came back I thought I saw you again but you were gone.
It may have been my imagination, but there was something suspicious about the way you were manipulating your phone and the charmingly devilish smiles you and your friend were flashing at each other. But why? Almost 100km into my ride, I was hardly photogenic, then or even at the best of times. Was there some embarrassing wardrobe malfunction or physical idiosyncrasy you wanted to document? I wasn't bothered by it, just curious as I'm not accustomed to such attention.