Biking home around mid night I passed you going towards kits beach. I stopped at the Boathouse to look at the full moon and you doubled back to ask me if I knew of any small parking lots near by because you lost your car. I rudely laughed and pointed to the parking lot behind you. You found your car, but I'm lost in your mustache! Apologies for the rude response, I lost my car last week.
I thought you were quite cute so I went over to stand next to you. But you had your back to me the whole time. Finally, I offered you and your friend some kettle corn, but you got off at the next stop; Commercial. You turned back to look at me after you got off. Did you regret not talking to me during that long ride from Surrey? If so, maybe we can grab a coffee some time.
You: hazel eyes, earphones in, puma cap, mountain hardware grey pants.
Me: blue eyes, ponytail, blue jeans...grey and white stripped hoodie.
We made eye contact on platform...big sigh. Should have said hi :)
Long Shot: O'Hare's Pub, Richmond, 3 years ago. You: Matt, early 30s, tall, blonde, kind. Me: tall, blonde, compassionate. I was running a fundraiser for my daughter's preschool, you were recovering from heartache via breakup with S. I said you were beautiful, and I've always wondered how you fared. Did you ever get over her?
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.
You: Two cute Israeli guys on the 9.
Me: Girl with the red handbag.
We enjoyed the tunes of a guy with a ukelele and chatted for a bit, before you got off at the "Tank".
You asked me if I was getting off at your stop - I wish I'd said yes!
Maybe we could get off at the same stop another day... ;)
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?