Behind me during cardio, beside me during stretching, and almost into me at the coat section. Had I not been shy, I might have been more than awkward as all hell. —From the brunette woman in black at the downtown gym

We met in line while waiting at Willy's for Poutine. You: Donair, and me: Bacon poutine. I showed you mine, you showed me yours. The Penguins won. I got freaked out because my d-bag boyfriend was nearby. He literally showed me during the cab ride home why I should have stayed and talked to you the rest of the night. FUCK! Too late at that point though. Hopefully you see this. —Bacon poutine

I saw you standing in the back at the Punk Rock Tribute night at the pub. You are gorgeous, and I love your long brown hair. I tried several times to get to you to talk, but couldn't get away from my friends. I'm the girl who got stuck in the mosh pit. I'm the petite, brown-haired girl with ripped jeans. I turned around and you were gone! I wish I had another opportunity to say hello! —Punk rock lover

You: Elegantly dressed gentleman with flowing hair and beard, patiently waiting for something...perhaps the bus, perhaps me.

Me: Siberian snow princess in the passenger side of an electric blue car, gazing at you with deep desire, getting all hot and bothered in my furs. I mustered the courage to wave, and you gratified my efforts with a subtle tilt of your head that said “sup.”

My friends thought you might be homeless, but I know that you are at home where ever you are—languishing on Spring Garden Road, or tenderly unearthing mushrooms in a pathless woods. Also you were impeccably dressed, so I'm pretty sure you have a home, which is great because I am so tired of living in my parents' attic. Let us abandon the city and return to the embrace of nature. You can wear my fur hat, and I shall keep myself warm in your beard. —Venus in Furs

Want to share a bottle of red wine together sometime? I hope you'll break the rules and find my info to contact me… —Blue-haired Apple TV customer

Eyes met eyes several times. Subtle smiles of attraction exchanged. Me, olive green dress coat. You, white ski jacket. Would have acted on the vibe but (you had no way of knowing) I was on my way to a family funeral. Not an appropriate time, obviously. Maybe the same time and place, next week, under more morally correct circumstances. Mumford terminal; 3/10, 12:30, #52. You made my day….week. —WorstPokerFaceEver

I guess you were so dreamy, that after seeing you pass me by in the Young Street Superstore parking lot as I was packing my car with groceries readying myself for the storm, you made your second appearance in my dream last night. As the ice, wind, and snow blew outside, I had a vivid dream that you were kind, funny, somewhat dorky at heart, and right by my side. —Now Awake and Dreaming