Saw you at the Cobequid terminal today, I don’t think it was the first time, and we shared a ride on the 87 to Dartmouth. I was a little shy, but just wanted to say you’re super cute and I like your eyebrow piercing—it looks good on you! Every time our eyes met I couldn’t help but worry that you’d think I’m a creep. Hope we get to talk next time. —The guy with the guitar
This article appears in Jan 27 – Feb 2, 2011.
I’ll offer an observation from the driver’s seat if I may. Most times a passenger starts a conversation with a stranger, assuming the conversation is normal in nature, it leads to talking. What I’m getting at is break the ice with her. You never know.
I can’t wait to see these type of loves sent out:
I saw you at the far end of the bus terminal smoking–hot. When you started to hack, I came over and offered you a drink. You hit me with your Sobey’s bag. But, I saw you smile as you turned away. Hope we get to talk next time. –the guy with the paperbag