I see you turning your head to check if I'm looking at you =) I actually planned to stop being a lame ass and finally say hello today. One of us has to do it!! ;) ahhhhh —Way too shy for this!

Babe, I'm so lucky and grateful to have your love. I feel incredibly happy every minute we're together. You're my favourite! I'm on cloud 9 because you're my person. Forever, too. :) Love you so much! —Your person

Chill? Chill. Hanging High in the Hammock A is for armpit, Z is for zygomatic arch. When I'm with you, I feel incredibly light. —Oops at work

Why is it taboo to come right out and say you are lonely? I'm a nice girl who has clawed my way out of a deep, dark pit of adversity without a shred of self-pity. I raise a sweet little boy on my own, supporting us both with a professional career that I love and have worked my way up the ladder very quickly. I'm genuinely funny and thoughtful, and consider myself to be pretty intelligent, even though I'm not an intellectual. I have a lot of confidence and I know that men find me attractive in the girl-next-door kind of way. I maintain a good balance of being a good, responsible parent, but still manage to cut loose and be fun in social situations. After having my son, I made it a priority to fix all of the things in my life that were broken and I made amends with the world for the things I did wrong in a "former life", before I became a person that I'm truly happy with. I didn't want to go into a relationship without having anything to offer, because I didn't want someone to feel dragged down by my baggage, or my choice to bring up a child alone. I wanted to find my groove as a parent before bringing someone else into our lives. But now I feel strong, I feel independent, and I feel like I have a lot to offer the right person without having to settle for the first guy to show interest. But I can't seem to stumble into a genuine healthy relationship. I've dated recently, but have been slightly off put by a pattern of borderline sociopathic men who will literally go to any emotionally exploitive lengths to keep having good sex. We live in a nightlife-heavy city busting at the seams with cute, pert young university girls who are perfectly happy to satisfy the urge for NSA sex, yet the few men I've dated all seem to be more interested in the humiliation ritual of baiting a girl with romance, then being cruel when said girls have the audacity to believe that those words and gestures were genuine. Maybe I'm naïve, but I have never been a cruel person, and I never seem to see it coming from others. So I guess the purpose behind writing this is to ask for the male opinion: why is it that so many girls i know who are tragic, messy, codependent, psychologically unbalanced, boring, one-dimensional, lacking in ambition, spoiled, or superficial are all with sweet men who would die to protect them, but I can't seem to encounter a man who can appreciate that I don't need a man, but I want one. Am I kidding myself by wondering if men are just intimidated by my independence? Because I am starting to dread the alternative, that maybe I smell bad or emit a "slut vibe" or am just plain weird. Why is it that I feel pathetic for wanting a guy who adores me, is proud to be with me and isn't afraid to show it? —mamasan

Wish things were different. —Total shithead

The Residence Assistant on my dorm’s eleventh floor
Is just the sort of person whom to know is to want more.
A few days with his floor mates and he’s turned them into friends.
The warm and ringing laughter at his table never ends.

Too busy for a movie night, too busy for a walk,
Too busy for a book but not, thank god, to eat and talk.
So busy with your duties, you have all of our respect,
But please take care of you first, and the world around you next.

The lamplight on your hair is all it takes to bring a smile.
Beside those bright green sneakers, one might walk a thousand miles.
Please don’t forget when fog rolls in and stress keeps rising higher
That on this campus, you have at least one
Secret Admirer.
—Dal student

Thanks for inviting me to join you and your bandmate the other night. I guess the only thing hotter than watching you play rock and roll music is rocking out and being sexy with you gals in the sack. Next time can I get tied up with licorice rope? —I thought my band had the title for sexy

To the wonderful staff that works at the pool: Keep it up! Your enthusiasm and smiles are keeping me motivated to keep on swimming! —A struggling fish

You used to come into Propeller fairly often to get your growlie filled with double IPA. You're a welder and a dreamboat. Your absence has been noticed. —Hoppy to have met you!

You seriously brighten up my day when I see you at work. You make me laugh, and your smile is a ray of sunshine that warms my heart. I hope that soon I can muster up the courage to tell you how you make me feel. I would love to spend the day with you adventuring around the city. I only hope you feel the same way too. —just another office drone