You sat across from me on the 10:45pm seabus heading to North van, you in black skirt, sexy black heels, a pink shawl and pearl earrings. We shared a couple of glances before we got off and shared a laugh at the bigger girl getting stuck in the turnstile at Lonsdale Quay. I wanted to tell you how stunning you looked but was afraid you would have thought I was a dirty old man, I'm only 46. You got on the 228 and got out on 3rd and St Andrews, we glanced again as the bus drove away, cant stop thinking of how beautiful you looked.