I got butterflies when you looked into my eye on your way to the back this evening. I enjoy seeing you almost everyday. You seem very interesting and sweet. Even though we may never talk to each other, hi! —Hiding the Give Away Smile

Having only just read your post (dated Sept. 27th), I now beg your forgiveness for not answering earlier. I could never have imagined that such a gorgeous and wonderful woman as you could feel that way about me, and no man alive could have read your flattering words and not be overwhelmed with emotion and such heart-wrenching anxiety as I now feel. Following our previous encounter, I had feared I had been too quick to refuse and soon despaired over what might have been, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. I afterwards mistook your “aloofness and standoffish coolness” for genuine dislike and felt it best that I disturb you as little as possible. But make no mistake, Goddess, I want you too; so badly, in fact, that it now hurts me to think I may have waited too long and lost you forever. I love you. I adore you. I worship you. You need not feel shy around me. I live and breathe but by your will and whim, and just thinking of you makes my heart skip a beat and sets me shaking like a leaf. If you still want me – for one night or a thousand and one nights – my earlobes and all points between are yours for the asking. Sadly, I know no other way of contacting you than this message board. So, if you are still interested, I ask that you come and find me: tap me on the shoulder, pass me a note – anything! Every day I spend apart from you now is torture, and even if we are very different, the depth of our feelings for each other, I feel, deserves exploring. I eagerly await your reply. —Babylon

I doubt these blogs would be this much fun without their trusty pack of loyal followers, commenting diligently on every post like a demented pack of late-night tv critics. What is a bitch if no one bitches about it? And it's not even worth bitching about it if someone doesn't come in and bitch about the bitch about the bitch? This whole blog has become a fractal of good natured bitchiness and my workday would suck complete ass without it. Thank you bitches. —Another Bitch

Dear girl who shared her umbrella with me while we waited at the bus stop the other day - you are a gem. Thanks for being so sweet. —Other Bus Girl

You’re a beautiful young blonde with soft sexy brown eyes. You often come to the eateries at Scotia Square (though not nearly enough for me) and sit alone, eating your bag of vegetables. You wear no rings, but are always impeccably dressed, often in a cute little black dress I would love to see on the back of my door. I have so often wanted to come and share lunch with you, to get to know you, to find out why you sometimes look sad and lonely. You’ve looked over at me a few times, but I am older and I’m sure not even in your gaze. I just wanted to thank you for brightening up so many lunchtimes for me. —A Guy Too Timid for his Own Good I Guess

To the driver of the dark car with the personalized license plate on St. Margaret's Bay Road around noon on the 6th: Thanks. You saw my dog trip me while we were jogging and stopped to see if I was hurt. I was fine, but I might not have been. I'm glad someone out there gave a damn. —Bruised Ego, Warm Heart

Man do I love that new fish place in the mall. It's so super tasty and fresh for a change... and the amazing smile and attitude from the lovely order attendant is quite refreshing. For someone who deals with the public every day, you always look happy and definitely know how to sell the fish. It is ALWAYS delicious and you, lady... you're awesome. —Fishez be Ze taztyest

This goes out to all my friends family and acquaintances... The past few years has truly been an awe-inspiring experience. Thank you to the ones who helped me but more so to the people who didn't... I have had my heart broken on more than one occasion because I believed you had my best interests at heart. Now, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for showing your true self to me when I was at the lowest of my life. Now I am strong again, stronger than I have ever been... no thanks to any of YOU! AND I will most definitely move forward now without you in my life. I could have wasted many more years to find this out so in essence you have saved me a lot of lost "future" time I would have wasted on you. —Good Riddance and I Hope the Karmic God is Better to You Than You Were to Me!

So I really really really have been wanting to tell you that I love the way you wear your hair. But we work together and I can't do it. You say hi to me and I say hi to you and then, well, what else is there to say? I can't say you look adorable in those glasses or that your voice is sexy as hell or that I think about you all the time. SO I just say "uh...I didn't know you wore glasses." Because, yes, I am just that suave. You are always texting, which makes me think you have someone special in your life. Lucky guy! I'll be interested to see who you bring as your guest later this month. —What, Me Worry?

I’m really sorry that I couldn’t make it to meet you on the 2nd of October of 2011, I was very far away on time. So now, years after, I finally found a way to tell you, that you are too cool to be truth but in my way to define it not like in your brainbox. Thank you for making my heart sing every day, I really hope this would not be the last time that I write you senseless stuff, and I know it won’t because I was there already. —Joni’s Best Friend