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on Tue, Jan 31, 2012 at 10:57 AM
For Valentine's day I would love to go out on a date with someone that makes my heart beat. Someone who I find so attractive that I can't believe I am with them. I can pictures us going out to dinner, somewhere romantic where we spend time getting to know each other. You bring flowers. How thoughtful! Then we go for a walk somewhere private where you kiss me on the cheek and then I kiss your sweet lips. We hold each other and I have a boner. How sweet. —Hopeful
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on Tue, Jan 31, 2012 at 10:21 AM
This love goes out to The Coast. Every week, without fail, you take me on a trip through a range of emotions I otherwise would have forgotten existed. It's getting kind of close to valentines day, I was, uhh, wondering... do you... have a Valentine? If not, well, I have some freaky plans in mind. —I Want To Be A Coast Host
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on Mon, Jan 30, 2012 at 1:37 PM
To the guy at the club who danced with me Saturday, hats off to you! I had gone out with friends but felt awkward being the only taken girl in a gang of 5 singles. You and your friends danced with me and mine, and things got handsy in the group QUICKLY. When I told you I was uncomfortable and taken, you immediately toned it down, smiled brightly and said "Just dancing it is!" You were an amazing gentleman and continued to dance and talk with me until our groups parted ways. Thanks for being a nice guy in a place where you don't meet many! —Amazed and Glad
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on Mon, Jan 30, 2012 at 12:45 PM
This goes out to the over-aged kids who work at the automotive parts place up behind Dartmouth Crossing. The last couple of days I've walked past and seen you guys out in the parking lot playing with your radio-controlled cars before work starts. It really does make my day. Please keep it up. —The Colonel
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on Mon, Jan 30, 2012 at 12:24 PM
Loved 'Family Skating Event' at the Oval. A few props to the mascots:
Dal Tiger, your thumbs-up was a friendly standard and your relaxed demeanour was calming in the beehive of the free-hot chocolate-fuelled kids' zone.
Mooseheads' Hal, whatever you are, your avuncular affability made you pleasant enough, and I liked your post-fireworks dance moves along with Dal Tiger.
But Husky, you had the hutzpah. The only mascot on skates and dancing while doing the rounds. Nice. —Sipper on the Sidelines
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on Mon, Jan 30, 2012 at 12:01 PM
We met in the fall and our paths have crossed a few times since. You discussed your love of Latin and described yourself as being "drenched in Neo-Platonism." You charmed me to the point where I can't string together coherent sentences when I try to talk to you. Thanks for reminding me that this city is still home to gorgeous, smart and funny women, even if I don't have the slightest clue how to talk to them. If I ever figure out how to talk to you without sounding like a blubbering idiot I would love to buy you dinner or a few cups of coffee. —Awkward But Smitten
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on Mon, Jan 30, 2012 at 11:46 AM
I open my eyes and miss you. Everything right and wrong about us,
I miss you. The silence makes the six blocks between seem closer and farther. I still want you, but I can't have both and I hope you understand. When given a choice between the best friend I've ever had and self-respect. I choose me. —The Slow Break
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on Fri, Jan 27, 2012 at 1:45 PM
You stand by me no matter what is thrown at me. You are the light and the rock of my unstable life. I love you and want to feed you and make you happy and warm. You are so snuggly and I never want to leave your side. Your blue eyes can still take my breath away. I love you so much. I hope that I can give you everything I have to make your life a dream. —Deerface
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on Fri, Jan 27, 2012 at 1:16 PM
I should have told you that I loved you. While I knew it wouldn't have kept you from leaving, I can't help but wondering if it would have been enough to make you come back. —Lovelorn in the Maritimes
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on Fri, Jan 27, 2012 at 12:08 PM
I know it's dishonest, but I pretty regularly dye my hair red. Now, before you judge me, I was born with red hair... but then it all fell out and grew back blonde.
People treat you differently based on your hair colour. Whenever I'm blonde I feel less respected, less funky, less artistic, more stared at. It might all be in my head, but there's something special about being a ginger that I can't get enough of. Or, it might just be this city.
Halifax, you are a city filled with sexy gingers. I mean, I've been to Ireland, but even they ain't got nothing on the sheer number of red-haired people to be found in this city! I appreciate you, whether your mop comes from a bottle like mine, or that elusive recessive gene.
Speaking of... clearly it's a gene I sort of have, so how's about we get together and make sure the ginger species doesn't go extinct. —Gables
