Dear Theo, I was too shy to make eye contact with you when I had the chance. While I was serving you your food and looking at the floor I couldn't help but notice your boots tucked into your jeans. Nice touch. Just typing this is giving me a bit of anxiety, so I'm not sure how suave I would be should we meet again. If you're up for it though, we should do something like a walk, where I can stare at the floor, and you can stare at the top of my head. Yours, The girl with her identity protected by the Georgia Straight