posted Friday, November 4, 2011 at 4:39pm
It was 1 PM. I was waiting for the SkyTrain. You were rocking a bowtie, fez, and stylish tweed jacket as you went running across the platform to get to the west exit. You caught my gaze and gave me a look of meaningful urgency. Other people were distracted by the gelatinous, horned creature with a ray gun that preceded you, but I was more fascinated by you and your puppy dog good looks.
I'd love to have coffee with you sometime, and maybe help you save the world.
When
Friday, November 4, 2011Where
Main St. Skytrain Station