You are one of the coolest people I know. We have a good thing that is about to get more complicated. I'm not afraid, but excited. I accept you as you are and our friendship for exactly what it is. Steady as she goes. —The Young One

I look forward to seeing you more than the dog. —Shy Store Girl

Good lord, for as much grief as you have caused me (granted that was without your knowing). I am sooo happy you came into my life (no pun intended). Before you, I was lonely and scared that no one wanted me and now I am more confident than ever and you have really shown me the standard of the guy that I should be seeking. One day, you will make some girl really happy because you do really have a lot to offer, and I am happy that I get to have it for now. I just wanted to say thanks, and I am happy for this to go on until it ends. I am really happy to have you as my sexy friend. —Kittentits

You came into my sugar shack for some early morning sweets, and boy, let me tell you, you set the bar pretty gosh darn high for everyone else that day. I wouldn't mind seeing that smile again. —Candy Girl

I don't come in every day, but at least once a week. I love it in there. The morning staff (usually the same two people) are always so friendly, fun and seemingly happy. You make my day, just by me coming in to have a quick chat and a yummy drink. Thank you for brightening my day. I hope you make lots of tips. —Soy Chai Latte

It's been six weeks and I thought it would get easier. We're not right for each other. I think we both know that. So why do so many things remind me of you? Every song on the radio, every room in my house. It was up and down....so down and so up. I can't see "forever after" with you but we tried so hard. I want you to know that I'm hurting, too. I do care for you and wish you the very best. Sigh. Maybe one day we can do that coffee, but not yet. —Somebody That You Used To Know

To the barista with the pink hat on Spring Garden Road, thanks so much for the talk we had. I was having a crappy day and it was a better pick-me-up than the latte you made me! Hope I can count on you again when I'm feeling down. —Double Skim Latte

I know I was taken for a ride but I can't stay angry. I miss you. —No regrets

To the gentleman who was at the DG Wednesday/Thursday last week. You were there visiting. Light brown medium length wavy hair with your Ray Bans holding those locks in place, your face tanned and beautiful, hazel-green eyes and full luscious lips with a warm smile, your arms and pecs well defined, your legs long shapely thighs and that beautiful butt filled those "Silver" jeans rather mmmmm deliciously! If that wasn't enough, the cologne you were wearing was mixing with your body chemistry even making you more alluring. You were oblivious to the number of eyes watching you as you strolled through the corridor. The young nurses were cooing among themselves and fanning over you. Your voice was very calming and soothing as you helped me with the ice machine in the kitchen. Figured you as an artist, perhaps a musician? Late thirties Jaggerish looks and a cyclist body. I wanted you right then and there, my panties were absolutely soaked from arousal and I was not the only one. I think you are spoken for, no ring on your finger but you were totally absorbed with the woman you were there to see. The love and passion was evident in your eyes which made you even hotter and sexier. I have been thinking about you for days now, pleasing myself as I thought about you inside me. Hoping I am wrong and you come back to see me. I am the brunette in pink. —Bedside Manners

Laying awake in the middle of the hot and humid night, I listen for the sounds of the night. I hear the sound of the crickets. The sound of the leaves on the trees gently moving. I hear the sound of cats fighting. The sound of the street cleaner. Once in awhile a Harley may drive by. Sometimes I hear voices outside of my bedroom window. As dawm arrives, I hear the chirping of the birds. The cawling of the crows. Sadly the sounds of the night have all gone until it is night time again. —Beauty of the Night