Monday, February 20, 2012
You aren't mine, I understand that. I understand how hard your situation was, and that I didn't always try to make it easier.
What I want you to understand, though, is that you helped me realize that I deserve more than what I had. Loving you and having you love me (even for those two weeks of madness) reminded me of what it is supposed to feel like. You were a tall, skinny, elderly (ha!), hilarious, handsome reality check.
Goodluck with your lady and rest assured that I am moving to Toronto this summer with higher expectations and more clarity than ever before. —M
Tags: parting words
Met a really nice girl in the washroom at the Whale Skin/SOS concert. It is so wonderful to be able to go places in this city and just chat with strangers who are friendly and studying IR and moving to Cuba. Goodluck with all that, mystery friend. —Graphic Design Student
Thank you pretentious playground mom obsessed with vampires, bitches who gave me hell through school, terrible teachers and peers who said I couldn't make it, the guys who jerked me around, used me and left me for cold, thank you, if not for your immaturity and horrible ways, I never would have realized what cool is, what love and happiness feel like and how much I not only don't want to be near you but also nothing like you. You are stuck in your negative circles grounded clipped wings where as for me... I'm taking the high road baby... and oh yea!I MADE IT!! —Peace
Friday, February 17, 2012
I love spending time with you, I can't believe it myself how much I do. Your cute smile lights me up on the inside every time I see you, and some how you tolerate my quirks, and overly scattered brain.
The other night on Valentine's Day, I came over without an expectation, then your cute set-up made me nervous as all hell; the fact you can make me nervous is impressive to begin with.
I'm also grateful you didn't go running when you saw parts of my overly communal livin space later.
You're pretty much amazing, and I'll probably stop being a chicken shit soon enough and maybe say some of this to your face. It's not often one finds a guy like you. —That Guy Who Asked for a Sleep Over
You try to come across all hard and tough, but we all see you for your soft, gentle, loving side. You make all our late nights so much more bearable, and working til 5am is so less stressful when you are there. Your hugs and compliments make us all feel so special. —Not The Same Without You
I went to this charity hockey game last night. I'm not a big hockey fan other than the occasional Stanley Cup game or when Canada is in the Olympic finals...
Anyway, it was the police vs. the all stars, and there was this player on the All Stars that really stood out. There were these 8 or 9 year old girls screaming for the players, and you were practically the only player that actually waved to them, probably making their night.
You also had some sweet hockey moves.
So #2 on the All Stars, keep doing what you've been doing. You're sweet and you've got some wicked moves! —New Hockey Fan
I walked into the library on Tuesday night, and much to my surprise you were there! Oh cute red haired library girl, where have you been? Someday I am going to talk to you, someday I will have the courage to tell you how cute your freckles are and how your smile lights up the entire room. And now you have glasses! That just adds to your charm. You had been gone for so long that I stopped looking for you. I had given up. I know now that I will see you again, the question is, will you see me?? —What's a Guy to Do?
Tags: secret admirer
I am so hot for you I can barely stand it!!! Visiting and revisiting that one sweet, hot, magnificent eve... —Yellow
I gotta send some love to Tim B for his article on Peter Kelly. Tim, you're leading the parade to get rid of a terrible mayor and we are right there behind you. Keep exposing this idiot for what he is: a corrupt leader who has been in office far too long. Keep doing what you're doing, Halifax (or at least the smart part of Halifax) appreciates your amazing work. —President of the Tim Bousquet Fanclub
I was astounded by your confidence and appreciate what a beautiful gesture that was reaching out to a stranger. I wanted to call and thank you, however I'm currently seeing someone, and the little card with your number seems to have fallen out on my walk home. I hope that someday a move like that is the beginning of something. Don't stop making people's days, it makes the world a nice place to live in. Thank you, really. —Utterly Impressed
Tags: missed connections