Monday, November 19, 2012
You are the ying to my yang. Your so calm and level-headed to balance out my nervousness and crazy thoughts. Thanks for always being there with a hug and those four special words "Everything will be alright." I couldn't do it without you! xoxoxox —Here's to a Long, Happy Future, Full of Laughs
I have so much love and respect for everyone in this wonderful school. This may not be a geographical change for me but it's an intellectual adventure and I couldn't be more grateful for the experience. Cheers to our great community, Blue Devils. —FYPster
I would just like to say a big thank you to the two ladies and bus driver who assisted me when I felt ill on Portland Street. Your kindness will not be forgotten. —Feeling Much Better
Your Wendy left you. I am sorry for that, even though I never particularly liked her. I'm sorry because I know she made you happy. But I just want you to know, that I too, could make you happy. And when you're ready, if you're ever ready, for that to happen... well, I'll be here. And even if nothing ever happens between us, I'm sure as hell not letting you out of my life like she did. —Your Black-Haired, Non-Vengeful Tinkerbell
I had no idea you had a mental disorder! I was googling your problem and found the Environmental Illness Resource Centre. There I read, "People who have developed EHS have a physiological disorder, characterized by neurological and idiopathic reactions, that noticeably appear or intensify near sources of EMFs such as electrical appliances, especially VDUs (computer monitors), power lines, fluorescent lights, mobile phones, cordless phones, wireless computers (wLANs), mobile phone base stations, etc."
So sorry! —Me
To the lovely girl who was playing her heart out just up from Bud the Spud November 13 around 4pm—you were awesome, and thanks for the big smile and wave as I biked by.
People like you make Halifax great. —Biker with the Basket
Every Saturday morning the following exchange occurs at the market:
"Have you seen the crepe boy?"
"Yes, of course. He's the reason I come to the market. A friend of my friend met him last year and said that he's single!"
"No WAY, If I met him I wouldn't know what to say. There's no way he's single... you think he could be? Maybe."
"I hope so."
"Oh my god he's looking at me."
"Yes, of course. He's the reason I come to the market. A friend of my friend met him last year and said that he's single!"
"No WAY, If I met him I wouldn't know what to say. There's no way he's single... you think he could be? Maybe."
"I hope so."
"Oh my god he's looking at me."
Say the words "crepe boy" to any heterosexual female student of this city, single or taken—she'll know who he is. He stares at you with his gargantuan blue eyes... for just a little too long... making you look left... then right... and then back at him, and think..."me?"
Rumour has it he sails italian sail boats off the south of France in the summers and loves getting up early to make crepes for the people of our city. Crepe boy I thought you should know that we love you, and that you can have us by the heart strings with that spatula and black t-shirt. —Moon Struck Girl #37
It's amazing what a little hello might do. Two hearts might skip a beat. Staying silent never changed anything. —No Reason to Take the Easy Way Out
I don't know how to tell you about these feelings but they're only growing, so I'm going to have to do it sometime soon. We're friends and also co-workers and I'm worried that if I tell you, you might not feel the same. We have a lot in common and I think you are beautiful inside and out. We're both pretty good lookin and haven't had the best luck with the opposite sex recently. I think I could make you happy. —Wish I Knew How to Tell You
Friday, November 16, 2012
To the sexy gentleman at the foxy bar on Saturday night. Awesome jeans, pink dress shirt and black leather blazer. Total dish, I am guessing late thirties...early forties. Smouldering eyes and so polite. Very respectful and could have taken on the player role. Not you, not even sure if you got or gave a phone number. Watched you climb in a taxi alone when you could have plenty of company. So refreshing to see and I hope you are a regular. —Younger Girl