Monday, August 13, 2012
Whenever I have something to get off of my chest. I write into The Coast. I feel that there is someone out there that is listening to me. Some of the comments that people write back to one of my bitches or loves really help me, whether I always agree with the comments or not. Thank you, The Coast. —Gratefully Yours
You sent me such lovely messages (sleep deprived and beer-fuelled as they may have been) and I replied with short, snippy ones. When I got your text, I was caught off guard and spoke too soon, saying things I didn't really mean. Things moved fast with us, but that was because it felt so easy to be with you. Whether it was intentional or not (it wasn't), the point is that you felt pressured. I should have been patient with you instead of pushing you further away. I miss you and wish you'd get in touch. You know where I am. —Just Around The Corner
I love to eat tuna right out of the can. The tuna that I was eating had a different texture to it than what I was used to eating. When I went to put the empty can of tuna into the garbage, I freaked out because I had eaten a can of tuna supreme CAT FOOD. I never got sick off of it. I hope that I do not get worms in my intestine from the tuna cat food. I will check the labels and watch what I am eating, believe me, from now on. But is was so tasty. —Mistaken Identity
I saw you walking over to your Harley at the old coffee shop down by the ferry wharf around 2:30 Sunday afternoon. You looked just stunning. Just want to let you know that you will always be in my thoughts. I see you every once in awhile but I know I can only look. Hope to see you soon, again. —The Shade of ORANGE
You know exactly who you are...and you know exactly what you do to me...too bad you aren't around when it's time to play but again, it's nice to have some alone time to myself and my toy I named the BIG T. I wish I had rechargeable batteries! —The Dreamer
You were sitting on the bus across the aisle from me on Wednesday all the way from Spring Garden Road to the end of Spryfield. I'm not sure if it was the playful smirks every time you caught me glancing at you, or the fact that I love a boy in a hat, but I felt some awesome vibes from the other side of the bus that I want to be apart of. I really hope I see you again, whoever you are. —Ginger Wineo
To the lovely lady with her feet up who smiled at everyone as they entered the bus, after me came a well worn, but loving mother of three, stroller and bags in tow, on a sticky hot August afternoon. While the older two were happy to find adventures at the back of the bus, the little one was not so easily assuaged. It was not until your offering of bubbles gently blown her way did her cries turn to an awed and joyful peace. You kept the bubbles abundant for the duration of the ride, holding the child transfixed, and then offered the bottle as a gift when you had to get off! Smiling mother, smiling baby---you are a champion to mothers and a boon to the #7 bus line. Many thanks. —Grown Man Who Also Loved Bubbles
I have been crushing on you since the first time I ever saw you, which was a little over five years ago...maybe someday we will have fun talking about that, or, even better, doing something about it. —Your Brown-Eyed Girl
Friday, August 10, 2012
I will always remember the night we first really hung out, when everything sounded super "squatchy" and the weekend we watched Canada go for the gold in trampoline!
I'm sincerely honoured to be your friend. I'm glad you turned out to be all that you seemed to be. You've taught me lots! —Red Rose
To the automaton lady busker, I know I say how a lot of girls are cute but when I saw you, I saw true beauty. Later on when I was having a beaver tail in front of you, you opened your mouth as if to say you wanted some, so I ran over and let you have a bite of mine, I was smitten. If only I was older something could have come of it, I just hope you'll see this and remember me. —Fellow Beaver Tail Lover