We were standing across from each other on the bus, both listening to our music. You, shaved head, tattoos, wearing a baseball hat, and with your board with you. Me, short blonde hair, wearing baseball hat, black hoody and leather jacket. We kept making eye contact and smiling at each other. My stop came and I didn't have the guts to at least get your name before I got off. Regretting that now, how about a beer sometime?

We were on a very crowded 99 bus to commercial. You: dark red hair, rocking out to your headphones. Me: Guy leaning against door sipping from a Bean Around the World paper. We smiled at each other oh briefly. You departed at Clark St. Would love to get to know you.

I was on the 99 to work on Friday morning. I believe you got on at Granville. You had on black dress pants, a mostly green wind breaker, ray bans, white shoes, and a grey back pack. You were standing near me, and although we were both wearing sunglasses, I have a feeling you were looking at me too. I am pretty shy (sometimes), but decided to flash you a little smirk. You sat down after someone got off the bus at Arbutus. I saw you, and I believe you flashed a shy smirk back. You are pretty cute. I was hoping you would have taken off your sunglasses so I could have seen your eyes. There wasn't a free spot beside you, and I was getting off at the next stop, or I would have at least said "Hello".. What's your name?

When we got off the bus, you suddenly introduced yourself and we walked for a minute or so. You were so brave, initiating conversation! I'm usually better at small talk, but I was thrown off, nervous... The time came for me to turn onto my street. I just asked your name again and said "Thanks for chatting." After 30 seconds of walking home I was full of regret. I missed you already. Later I made a list of things I should have said to you. I got home and paced for about 20 minutes before I put on my shoes and ran back to the bus stop. What I felt was so strong I thought you might feel it too, that you'd run back and we'd meet and continue our walk, our conversation. And I swear I saw you across the street, near the stop. But I got nervous again and just kept walking... I chickened out again! No, I took a deep breath then turned around to chase after you. But you were gone. Was that really you...? Or was it my imagination, seeing what I wanted to see. I wandered for hours, wanting something, waiting for something that never came. I barely slept last night. I stayed up writing music, filled with new emotion... I woke up to the image of your face, your smile. You're haunting me! I realize it's weird posting this here... The rest of this page is jokes or creepy offers. And I don't want to seem needy, a hopeless romantic. It sounds cheesy, but I just can't stop thinking about you. I hope dor another chance to keep talking.... I'll wait at that bus stop at that same time whenever I can. To meet you again... To tell you "Sorry I didn't keep walking with you. Can we continue where we left off?" When you feel a connection, be brave. Like she was, be brave and just keep talking, keep walking. Take a chance...