On Canada Day, you and your son were sitting on the grass beside me (long haired brunette) and my blonde girlfriend and her fiance, while we waited for the show to start. I struggled with the selfie stick and you took our picture for us. I was sickened that a male client/acquaintance/friend that took me out for a birthday dinner the previous night, thought he would let me know he cared about me by being very attentive. I couldn't shake him. You and I didn't speak anymore...and I wanted to give you my phone number...