Thursday, September 28, 2017
For the lovely person in a hijab near Propeller on Thursday night: thank you for being just a lovely person. It was my absolute pleasure to help figure out where to meet your friend at, and to help you with your questions, and your lovely kind words & hug when we left almost made me cry. It's the little things that can override a bad day and although it's nighttime as I write this, you really made my day. Thank you.—Altruist Allie
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
We've never actually talked. I devote my life to helping others, don't really care about clothes, car, or fitting into the crowd. Heck, if I die with no woman beside me I accept this fate. Better than being a rabid drunk of days old. It's not about me anymore (not to sound like a pet detective actor of the 90's). Lets be honest ladies, gentlemen and other genders in this materialistic world: Yikes...not like I can't afford it I just don't see the true meaning.
Anyway,
Some times I think maybe, just maybe, you would accept me for me, you do your thing, I just come home from a long days work and just stare at each other and say nothing. Heck maybe open a coffee shop. Or wait, like a falafel house with plants and the first song we play every morning would be "Karma Police."
Maybe I am Robert Baratheoning it...maybe I am just delusional...regardless the thought of you makes me happy...and I am sure that will never change. —Paranoid android
Monday, September 25, 2017
Mr blonde hair
You got a smile to die for
It's always nice to see your smile
After work
—Scrub Lady
You got a smile to die for
It's always nice to see your smile
After work
—Scrub Lady
Thursday, September 21, 2017
I do want to take a risk. I do want to jump right in. I know I can't sleep because of how I feel about you. I want you—yes I do—and this may sound crazy but I know I'm in love with you. I want to be the one that gives you a reason to smile everyday. I have been wanting to take you by the hands and press my lips against yours. I want to make love to you over and over. I want to hold on to you and never let go. I want to be the reason it never worked out with any one else. Some may say I'm a hopeless Romantic; I say I know I would be very good to you. I have to say I have never seen a beam of light in any other woman like the light I see in you. And it's funny because I know I will never see that in another woman and I don't care. You know why? Because all I see is you.—P.S Shithead Muah
Wednesday, September 20, 2017
Did you ever think that maybe when you can't sleep its because the voice in your head has finally quieted and you can finally hear your heart speaking to you? If you feel I've distanced myself, I haven't—unless you think three buses is too far a journey. —Guardian Angel
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Oh you found my keys! You found them and put them on the church announcement board, and after hours of looking I saw them. May your sidewalks be clear, may your coffee stay hot and may your hair stay on fleek. Bless you. —Score after searching
Monday, September 18, 2017
We have met a few times by ocean and you seem cool. I, too, am cool. How simple! Why not streamline the process and just become friends already. Adulthood relationships are so convoluted —so, shoot me a response via anonymous Coast love so we can hang out sometime.
—Supporter of the Arts
—Supporter of the Arts
I'm sorry if you feel I walked away, I feel pushed away. One person can't always feel that they're the only one fighting for any sort of relationship. If you want someone around you'll have to fight for them. Just a "was thinking about you/good times spent together/ I miss you" would be a welcome, no pressure start.
—You know?
—You know?
Hi again. It took me the half hour ferry ride back from Dartmouth to work up the courage to talk to you, and I wish I'd done it sooner because you seem wonderful. I also wish I'd gone the extra step and asked for your phone number, or at least your last name. Alas, it was not to be. Maybe you have a girlfriend, or weren't interested, or lost courage same as me. And maybe you don't even read these, but if you do, know that I do hope we meet again, regardless of the circumstances.
—If you ever need a Monopoly player, count me in.
—If you ever need a Monopoly player, count me in.
Friday, September 8, 2017
To the bald-headed tattooed father of the 7-year-old boy who played with my daughter and called me pretty. I didn't introduce myself and I wish I had! You seemed so nice, and in a world where no one talks to anyone you spoke to me. —(Single) Mom of the 7-year-old daughter