Ranch Women: Tween years till forever?! We best be eating eggs bennies at Lady Marmalade10 years from now! Hopefully at that point we'll have working dishwashers and will be nostalgic for the times we shared in this lil' green house. -Your (Procrastinating) Lover Downstairs

I have liked you since the very first day I met you almost a year ago now. I'm so excited we are hanging out now and feel like I fall harder every time I see you. One day I'll tell you how I feel, but for now you should know you are beautiful and an excellent dancer and I'm just happy to be around you. -Crush So Hard

OK, no, I don't speak French. But there you were, as I was going into the store with my child. I noticed you coming out of another store and felt the butterflies in my stomach. I thought you and your friend were going to keep going, but no, you decided to go into the same store, so I held the door open for you, at which point you said, "Merci." I acted so nonchalant and just kept talking to my daughter but on the inside? Wow, a completely different story was going on. I wish I had turned around and smiled at you. I felt like you were flirting with me. Were you? -Whatisitaboutafrenchman

Wishing you would give me a sign as to your decision. So much to share but respecting the boundaries. Just need to know one way or the other. It is your choice now. -Hoping You Truly Consider

I never in my life met someone I find more attractive then you, from your many tattoos to your beautiful smile or mutual love of Val Village and yard sales. I met you a few months ago and you slowly soaked into me. I know I didn't text you as much as I should have, I was so scared to fall for someone again and now I can't look at my friend's cheetah-print steering wheel cover without seeing your beautiful blue eyes, when I walk to work blasting Michelle Branch on my old iPod I can't look at a Mazda without hoping I might just see you singing Nelly Furtado circa 2001 and I can't watch horror movies anymore cause I just wish you were here with me. I miss you and I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I do. You're Everywhere to Me, and when I close my eyes its you I see... -Bluejay

Twisted and turned in more ways than I have ever imagined. This is what you do to me and pretty sure you realize that. Just be aware that the more you twist me, the more I expel energy that has had months to accumulate. Forwardness has nothing on pent-up energy. Just so you are aware. -!!

From our first kiss after singing "Singing in the Rain," to slow-dancing to the sound of the wind, each moment with you has been as perfectly executed as the most classic film. I love the magic we seem to constantly find together as dearly as love you my Sweet. -Kitten

We have been consistently hanging out for the past five months and I still get butterflies whenever our eyes meet. I can't help but feel overwhelmed with good energy when we talk about plants, eat burgers or while stargazing. I don't know how you feel about me but I have overwhelmingly fallen for you. I can't help but daydream of you everyday on my way to my early morning shift. You are a driven, hard-working, inspiring woman with a burning passion for life. No matter the outcome, I am very grateful that I met someone as beautiful as you. -Lost in Your Eyes

I lost my wallet (with way too much important stuff in it) and I got it back! And it was all thanks to a peach who put posters up for me and gave me money/food, a stranger who turned it in to the police and a handsome police officer who hand delivered it to my house! The people in this city are un-friggin-real. -One Happy Camper

Spryfield is really growing on me. I can wander on down to the Dingle and dangle my ding-a-ling in the northwest arm in about 10 minutes, something that people pay a gorillion dollars to have the pleasure of living next to. I can be downtown in 10 minutes. There's a farm next to the skate park. Since a nice house only costs like 140k here I can be a real hipster, just like I always wanted. Say goodbye to the government-funded NSCAD-grade hipsterdom of the shallow North End; real hipsters make art and reno their houses too, all under their own economic power. My lawn is littered with shitty found sculptures as we speak. Just like my neighbour's lawn is littered with the corpses of Honda Civics (he's challenging conceptions consumerist tropes by exploring the malleability of "planned obsolescence" for his grade 10 thesis). But the final thing is that my neighbour, just like almost everyone else out here, is just genuinely nice as fuck and pleasure to be around. I'm really starting to feel the Spryde. -Spry Gentry