I don't come in every day, but at least once a week. I love it in there. The morning staff (usually the same two people) are always so friendly, fun and seemingly happy. You make my day, just by me coming in to have a quick chat and a yummy drink. Thank you for brightening my day. I hope you make lots of tips. —Soy Chai Latte

It's been six weeks and I thought it would get easier. We're not right for each other. I think we both know that. So why do so many things remind me of you? Every song on the radio, every room in my house. It was up and down....so down and so up. I can't see "forever after" with you but we tried so hard. I want you to know that I'm hurting, too. I do care for you and wish you the very best. Sigh. Maybe one day we can do that coffee, but not yet. —Somebody That You Used To Know

To the barista with the pink hat on Spring Garden Road, thanks so much for the talk we had. I was having a crappy day and it was a better pick-me-up than the latte you made me! Hope I can count on you again when I'm feeling down. —Double Skim Latte

I know I was taken for a ride but I can't stay angry. I miss you. —No regrets

To the gentleman who was at the DG Wednesday/Thursday last week. You were there visiting. Light brown medium length wavy hair with your Ray Bans holding those locks in place, your face tanned and beautiful, hazel-green eyes and full luscious lips with a warm smile, your arms and pecs well defined, your legs long shapely thighs and that beautiful butt filled those "Silver" jeans rather mmmmm deliciously! If that wasn't enough, the cologne you were wearing was mixing with your body chemistry even making you more alluring. You were oblivious to the number of eyes watching you as you strolled through the corridor. The young nurses were cooing among themselves and fanning over you. Your voice was very calming and soothing as you helped me with the ice machine in the kitchen. Figured you as an artist, perhaps a musician? Late thirties Jaggerish looks and a cyclist body. I wanted you right then and there, my panties were absolutely soaked from arousal and I was not the only one. I think you are spoken for, no ring on your finger but you were totally absorbed with the woman you were there to see. The love and passion was evident in your eyes which made you even hotter and sexier. I have been thinking about you for days now, pleasing myself as I thought about you inside me. Hoping I am wrong and you come back to see me. I am the brunette in pink. —Bedside Manners

Laying awake in the middle of the hot and humid night, I listen for the sounds of the night. I hear the sound of the crickets. The sound of the leaves on the trees gently moving. I hear the sound of cats fighting. The sound of the street cleaner. Once in awhile a Harley may drive by. Sometimes I hear voices outside of my bedroom window. As dawm arrives, I hear the chirping of the birds. The cawling of the crows. Sadly the sounds of the night have all gone until it is night time again. —Beauty of the Night

Whenever I have something to get off of my chest. I write into The Coast. I feel that there is someone out there that is listening to me. Some of the comments that people write back to one of my bitches or loves really help me, whether I always agree with the comments or not. Thank you, The Coast. —Gratefully Yours

You sent me such lovely messages (sleep deprived and beer-fuelled as they may have been) and I replied with short, snippy ones. When I got your text, I was caught off guard and spoke too soon, saying things I didn't really mean. Things moved fast with us, but that was because it felt so easy to be with you. Whether it was intentional or not (it wasn't), the point is that you felt pressured. I should have been patient with you instead of pushing you further away. I miss you and wish you'd get in touch. You know where I am. —Just Around The Corner

I love to eat tuna right out of the can. The tuna that I was eating had a different texture to it than what I was used to eating. When I went to put the empty can of tuna into the garbage, I freaked out because I had eaten a can of tuna supreme CAT FOOD. I never got sick off of it. I hope that I do not get worms in my intestine from the tuna cat food. I will check the labels and watch what I am eating, believe me, from now on. But is was so tasty. —Mistaken Identity

I saw you walking over to your Harley at the old coffee shop down by the ferry wharf around 2:30 Sunday afternoon. You looked just stunning. Just want to let you know that you will always be in my thoughts. I see you every once in awhile but I know I can only look. Hope to see you soon, again. —The Shade of ORANGE