posted Thursday, December 2, 2010 at 10:29pm
I hopped on the train at Langara—49th. The train wasn't as packed as it normally would be at such a time. I stumbled on with my bag, holding my phone to my head with one hand and regaining my equilibrium. I was wearing dark jeans, black boots, and a proper coat. I looked up into your stunning eyes; you looked fairly shy, but well composed.
Whenever I looked up, you were looking right at me, or it seemed as though you just had been moments before.
It wasn't the blatantly obvious flirtatious looks that many seem to give, so it kept me wondering. If you see this (which I sort of doubt you will), and you were in any way intrigued, contact me and I'd love to get tea or coffee.
WhenThursday, December 2, 2010
On the Canada Line between 5-6:15 p.m.