I wish I knew your name, because "Officer Hottie" is a ridiculous and infantile thing to have to call a guy. Too bad for me -two weeks ago I let you leave without getting your name, or number, or ANYTHING, so I've got nobody to blame but myself! Honestly, I don't think I heard half of what you were saying anyway (something about my neighbour taking a nap while his security alarm was going off? Or something?); I was just way too distracted by how attracted to you I was for any of it to even register. And then you had to go and say that you don't usually work in uniform, and I started thinking about you OUT of uniform, and pretty much missed every single thing that you said after that. I'd love the chance to find out if I like you as much as I think I do.

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?

Me: ripped jeans, really short red-brown hair. Saw you on the opposite platform at about 10pm. You caught my eye so I couldn't help but look back and you noticed. Was considering somehow getting my number to you but ended up just blowing you a kiss instead. Want to meet without tracks between us sometime?

I'm determined to believe that there must be some good reason as to why my wallet got stolen. Maybe it was to meet you? Thanks for your kindness and handsomeness, it certainly brightened my day! Coffee at Our Town sometime soon?