I saw you in the Pacific Centre as you were passing by the Apple store. You obviously noticed me too as we both turned our heads after we passed each other. You were strutting in a black dress with your blond hair, and I had my bicycle helmet on.
I'd like another chance to say hello.
You: dreamy brunette with glasses working the MEC returns desk. Me: cute bearded guy returning a bike light. Our eyes met as you walked through the bike section and you gave me butterflies in my tummy. I'd love to meet up for coffee sometime :)
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?
You were the brunette babe helping me get a record check for a job. I was sporting the black Amex. I wanted to ask you out through the plexiglass loudspeaker, then considered returning and signing up for another application. Regretted walking away! How about a drink without the glass wall?
I was in London drugs looking at dish detergents. You asked me if I needed help. I explained that I could not decided whether I should go for the organic lavender scented dish soap at $3.99 a bottle, or if I should just go for the el-cheapo environmentally destructive brand.
You were short and cute with beautiful long brown hair, and a twinkle in your eye. I could tell you had more that dish soap on your mind.
After giving your expert opinion on grease cutting power various detergents you recommended the Palmolive brand green apple scented dish soap, and added that I would be a good choice particularly if I wanted to get laid since the green apple smell is real turn-on for the ladies.
Outwardly I laughed, and brushed it off. Inside, my heart skipped a beat and my mind was suddenly filled with apple scented scenarios.
How about coming over to do the dishes with me???
You: Walking home from the Sock Hop at the Cobalt with a circle scarf over your head, in the company of a girl with oxfords and cute red pants.
Me: Loose green sleeveless shirt, long black hair with half my head shaven. I was sitting on the grass outside the McDonalds smoking a joint with my friend. I looked at you and you said Hi. I think you're cute. I can't tell if you're dating your oxford-wearing friend - I hope not. If you aren't, I want to know your name, for starters :)
The blonde and brunette at the Half Moon Bay for the Clean Water Classic party in Westport. You said you two were from Vancouver and I meant to grab your number but got carried away with the night. I was the guy drinking the fishbowls. It was a great time, we should totally do it again.
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.