So you caught me painting on garbage cans and construction sites and followed me to my home.The key was in the gate.The only thing that stopped me was you yelling, "Don't do it! Don't you do it! Just don't do it!" and knowing that you had your hand on that wicked little gizmo that would surely shock the shit out of me. I just turned a little and, low and behold, there you were, poised, just itching to make me ride the lightning. Now I do expect some flack for what I do, but really, I'm just painting on garbage cans -ever smell those things; they fucking stink! I don't expect to get zapped over it. Nevertheless, taser-happy jerk offs like you have to be stopped. If anyone else has had the shit scared out of them by those jolting little devils then I encourage you to do the same and try take these nasty toys away from the bullies in blue.

You were working at Quicksilver in Whistler Village. You had a gorgeous Australian(?) accent. Haven't stopped thinking about you!

You: Brown tee and blue, jeans shaved short, light coloured hair, and a freckle on your cheek. You came to work on the Canada Line (Cambie station, I'm guessing) during the early summer. You told me that I am 'absolutely gorgeous'. I think we both felt something but I wasn't able to get your number because it got busy. Then, as you left, you came back to me to tell me u were 'goin now and goodbye'. I didn't know what to say and so I didn't say anything and missed another opportunity to ask for your number. I haven't forgotten you and hope I see you again!!!

You remembered, I still read the I Saw Yous to get a giggle jump start to my day. No worries, you couldn’t beat the bit of nerd out of me. You too have been on my mind; you never really left. Maybe one day we can go back to starting something new. Ttiming is key, I leave the plan to you. Here is my official 'yes', I will take everything you come with.