Early July. You J me L. You came into the coffee shop on Hastings and Nanaimo with your young, blond toddler. We made eye contact and you shyly waved goodbye as you left. I met you again, minutes later, at the grocery store across the street and laughed nervously. We made small talk in the lineup about swimming at Templeton pool. You said you hoped to see me again but our paths haven't crossed since and I'm impatient. I don't know what your situation is but I want to tell you anyway that I feel something nice when I reflect on our encounter, and I'm not afraid of single dads if you are one.