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

Love your pony tails. Think you're awesome...wish I had the nerve to ask you out. —That Guy With Glasses

To the thin gorgeous university gal (with the muti-coloured hair, denim shorts, nose piercing, ripped fishnet stockings and Rage Against The Machine t-shirt) on the #1 around 6pm on Tuesday the 22nd, and got off by Coburg Coffee...We need more daring self-expressive ladies like you in this city full of college-bound clones and wannabes. It’s so refreshing to see someone express themselves without expressing what they see other people do. Forgive an older man for thinking you were  breathtaking. —Just Admiring A Work Of Art

You met me at a very strange time in my life. Things are getting less strange and I wouldn't mind meeting you again. —I Am Jack's Small Crush

You seem to have stepped out of a Leon Baskt illustration, from your headscarf to your silk costume robe.  How can a person browse for tote bags and sheer white dresses when someone so dazzling is working the counter? —Dazzled

To the four ladies that ask if they could join me on the bench to enjoy their meal from ribfest, you made my Canada Day! I was going to go home but joining you for beers at the Stubborn Goat maybe my night. My only regret was not getting your number. Hopefully we will meet at again. — The Guy Without The Boat

You don't even know it, but I have the biggest crush on you. We worked together for about six months, and in that time I began to have feelings for you. I was falling hard and fast. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, that was it for me. Unfortunately, you were and still are with someone else. I kind of hate him just by default, but I can see from miles away he's not the guy for you. I hope he realizes how lucky he is. I was forced to hide my true feelings for you because you're not single. Now, you aren’t in my life anymore and that really saddens me. I miss your smile and I miss hearing you laugh at my jokes. There's nothing I want more than to run into you again in the street and this time actually stop and tell you how amazing I think you are. I'm honestly not sure what you think of me, but I know we flirted most of the time. If there's ever a chance that our flirting could lead to dating, I am so down. Until then, stay wonderful. —Sad Pie Slinger

I visited the popular coffee shop where you work last week and quite literally gasped when I first caught sight of you. I nearly fainted, and my poor heart skipped several beats. Since then, I've found it hard to think of almost anything else.  Your beauty is addictive and all but impossible to ignore.  “Think no more of it, I told myself. You'll only make yourself miserable.”  A woman as drop-dead gorgeous and vanilla-syrup sweet as she seems must have a fellah, I thought.  Even if she doesn't, she must have faaaar better prospects than me hoping to woo her.  Best to put her out of your mind.  So, I tried.  Then, having convinced myself the first time was just a fluke, I came in this morning, and I was almost relieved not to see you.  However, my relief was short-lived, as I soon caught sight of you and tried (pathetically) to engage you in conversation. Despite my best efforts to act cool and detached, I must have seemed anything but, and you  must think me a blubbering idiot.  My sincerest apologies.  I have never seen a more beautiful or sweeter lady in my life, and I got tongue-tied.  See, I am terribly shy, and out of the conviction that I am likely unworthy of your attentions, I chickened out of even asking your name. Should I try again?

While I hope you will read this, I have no guarantees you will; nor am I under any illusion that this will change things in my favour.  I merely wanted to express my feelings (keeping silent has been killing me): you have conquered my heart and taken it prisoner.  And although I may not be rich, super smart or overly handsome, I am adoring and sincere and, were I fortunate enough to interest you, I would do any and everything in my power to make you happy. —Lumberjack with Dirty Spoons

To the lovely lady who stole a blank engineering exam from the Dalplex today, I think I am in love. Please steal my exam again in the future. —Bleary-eyed Romeo