At 7:15 P.M. on January 4/2015 on the 250A Bus. I approached you an approximately 5'5" Egyptian princess with lovely large eyes I complimented and perfect teeth. We spoke about "earplugs" dampening the city noise, of which I was wearing. You disembarked in the West End vicinity just a few blocks east of Denman St. I am 6 feet tall and slim, I was wearing a tan/light brown Fedora hat which has a black band embellishment, a black windbreaker jacket and olive greenish cargo pants. I was heading to West Van on the North Shore. I initiated talking to you, regarding the drunk heavy set guy at the front of the bus, impeding my progression, whilst I was trying to get on and facetiously asked you "is that your husband"? We spoke about martial Arts and no caffeine etc... and that you had taken a self defense course. Your smile is simply delicious, your face perfect and your skin a lovely tone and akin to silk in texture. I adored your openness and unpretentious candor to talk. Would love to see you again, perhaps walk the seawall or something?