Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Conrad beach, Sunday, you were wearing a pink top and black bikini bottoms. You were the only girl in your circle, but I was pretty sure none of the guys you were with were your boyfriend. You were way out of their league. I was wearing a Montreal Canadians hat and dark shades, you smiled at me, twice, and twice I walked past you like a fool. I made a promise right then and there to myself never to let a goddess like you pass me by ever again. —Never
Monday, August 15, 2011
You usually get on my bus every few weeks on Sunday night. I want to let you know that I think you are beautiful and really wish I could say more to you than hello when you get on my bus. —Driver
Just wanted to thank the guy who walked me to a certain bar on Friday August 12th. I really appreciate your kindness. —Sorry if I was a Jerk
It's been so long since I first met you, but between then and now, I haven't stopped thinking about you. I'm now here and all I can think of is you. I don't know if you could tell but I was really nervous when we met up again and felt like a fool. You certainly seemed calm. I just wish I knew where I stood with you and if I had a chance with a sweet guy like you. Do I? Just know I'm not out to hurt you. Perhaps you are just as shy too? Either way, put me out of my misery gently. You've certainly left a lasting impression on me. —Hopeless Romantic
A few weeks ago, I stupidly left my Driver's Licence at your kiosk. Before I even realized it was missing, you took the time to X-Press post it back to me. Thank you for saving me an expensive and unpleasant trip to the BLIP to that place ironically called Access Nova Scotia. —A Happy South Ender
Do you know how hard I worked to track you down (not in a stalker kinda way). Short version, I took "dandelionyellow"... plunked it into POF... wrote you a letter... found out I'm just outside of your acceptable age (by mere days)... went back, edited my profile and lied about my age... AND SEX... found out I couldn't change those things... I guess, not a short version is it? Anyway, GREAT profile, love how you think and think you're adorable.
I'm not a Newf but I have a friend teaching me the language. "Hey me ducky - me lover... I gots da jag on, buddy...kickin' me own arse... I got de art-ri-tis so don't puck me inta next week." How am I doin? Please swing by my profile. Ya never know.
xo —Scott
P.S. Don't have a dog - but love 'em.
Friday, August 12, 2011
"Mia: I do believe Marsellus Wallace, my husband, your boss, told you to take ME out and do WHATEVER I WANTED. Now I wanna dance, I wanna win. I want that trophy, so dance good." Pulp Fiction at Alfresco Film Festival was the best first date a girl could ask for. Happy 2 years! Thank god you found my ID that night. —A.J.
I see you at the market every Saturday in your dark-green jacket and oodles of vegetables. You're tall, dark, and oh-so-gorgeous! I love watching you thoughtfully turn over vegetables or root for potatoes. You've got a beautiful smile that brightens up my weekends. —Market Admirer
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Dear Cover Hog, I recently started work, which means that I have to get up at the crack of dawn everyday, unfortunately for me, getting up is 100 times harder when I look over at your smile and freckly face poking out of the covers. I still manage to do it, but I wanted to let you know it is hard. —TNDRW
After a short, but terribly sad vigil, my little cat Sunflower lost her battle with liver failure this morning. She was my best friend and the pain is almost unbearable. And it probably would be unbearable if it hadn't been for everyone who did everything they could to make our last days together so special. From drives to late night crying jags to expert and tender veterinary care... the effort was truly monumental and the sacrifice was truly selfless.
In the fog of grief, I'm still aware that you're there beside me. Thank you so much for everything you did for me and my dear little friend. I can't even begin to express just how much easier you've made the past few days. I love you all. —Sunflower's Mommy