I picked you up at the bus stop. Arms full from over-shopping. Me in red pickup, you beautiful and from Ukrain. You "Sam," me "James." Let's go for pizza and see the sights. Just maybe a day of hanging out or seeing a movie. When I dropped you off at the apts we couldn’t take our eyes off each other. I would love to see you again.
Haunted by Halloween
Halloween 2013. You were in a dark gray four door truck, speeding recklessly, possibly drunk, down Montano heading east. Me, I was in a four door sedan that braked just in time to not get t-boned, but instead collided with the driver's side of your truck. Not only did you drive away after a hit and run leaving me speechless, injured and in shock—you ruined my Halloween, totaled my car, and made it impossible to take my five-year-old nephew trick or treating. May karma forever haunt you.
Of Human Bondage…
Seeing you always brings it all back.
“A lady of curve and composure,
was loathe to forsake her enclosure,
but reading this dirge
she soon had the urge
to welcome licentious exposure.
A man robust and not unattractive
to her was visibly reactive
and fickle fate, decreed on that date
his heart be thereafter her captive.”
Alemana: Que Bien Contigo A Solas!
Nurse Ratched—VA Med Center
We got to our vehicles at the same time. I offered to let you go first. I didn't have use of my bandaged left arm, but you were carrying a large plant. You said I should go first. Just as I was trying to get into my Corolla with a lot of pain and difficulty, you opened your Canyonero XL's door, making it harder for me to open my door all the way. You laughed and said ""You need a bigger car"", WTF? Did you steal the plant from a dead or comatose veteran? Wouldn't surprise me at all, sadist!
I was at the wrong party, but everyone was lovely. It was your birthday. Your friend told me to give you my phone number, but when I left you were surrounded with affection and I felt shy. If you wanted my number, find me.
You, clueless, reckless MORON on a bicycle turning in front of me just as I was turning right with my signal on for a while, 10/23 at 7:15pm. I realize you MORONS think that traffic rules don't apply to you, and you think they apply to motor vehicle drivers only. Next time you do that, I hope you won't be so lucky and the driver won't stop in time. You shouldn't be allowed to propagate your low IQ DNA. Want to be treated like a pedestrian? Walk! Like a vehicle? Follow the rules of the road!
Bye-bye my bootcamp boy
You were getting ready to leave for bootcamp. My insecurities couldn't keep me from seeing you one more time. I tried to look my best for you. You always said none of that matters. We missed our movie, my shoe broke, we went the wrong way on a one way, and a car almost hit us. I can honestly say, I never smiled so much! I don't know how to say how I feel. Just know, I've always wanted you, and only you, since I laid my eyes on you. Spend New Year’s with me—let's rent a cabin and lose ourselves.
Scent of A Woman
You, angelic, pleasantly plump blond woman on exercise bicycle. Me, man with superhero sense of smell on the rowing machine next to you. Your scent taunts me. I don't see a ring on your finger. You looked at me several times and smiled that innocent-little-girl-next-door-who-knows-I'm-making-him-crazy smile. You appealed to my baser nature, but I mate for life. You know what I look like, now see how evolved this Man, in the noblest sense of the word, is. I could drink a case of you.
You: petite yet curvy blonde with nice jewelry and always in a dress. You do the Alibi crossword at The Range every Sunday around lunchtime with a younger couple (stunning brunette young lady and preppy looking 30-something).
Me: lone wolf. Ironically, I do the crossword too. Maybe we could share a piece of Roadhouse cake with vanilla ice cream. I know it's your table's favorite.
The Ladies in Lockup
My ladies in lockup on Sunday the 20th. The situation wasn't the best, but you were rock solid. You kept me grounded. I made it through because you were there. Lady #1, I hope you kick your habit; your soul reminds me of my best friend. Lady #2 keep holding strong, make bail, and go home where you belong. I didn't say "goodbye." I didn't realize I was getting out. My thoughts are still with you. My wrists still burn from bracelets. Wearing them for 190 minutes is not the greatest.
Everybody's Got Somebody ... Not Me
Your smiling eyes got my attention at the SWGLFF Mexican film screening at the Guild Cinema Thursday night. I wanted to say hello after the movie but you disappeared heading west on Central before I reached you. You were confidently sitting alone in the row in front of mine. Your dark curly hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail and you wore a merlot-colored fleece jacket with dark jeans. Let's meet up for a drink and get to know each other.
You: stealers of porch furniture and choice pumpkins. Me: hoping your personal demons consume you. That was a really great pumpkin, you jerks.
I see you. I hear you. No more games. You drive by the back of my home and you honk your horn; you drive by the front of it slowly on your way to your night shift; you've called and hung up; you've called, said 'Hi' and hung up. I can't ask you to grow a pair, and just come in because you've already got a pair of splendiferous chesticles. Just come on in. The gate's open. What MAY happen is what used to happen and only if you want it to. Fear not, JTT.
Girl at the bookstore
We met at the bookstore, didn't ask any names. You said you worked at a bank and might get a promotion soon. I said I was working on a Civil Engineering degree. Had meant to ask you your name and number.… Reply if you want to grab a drink sometime.
Weck's (San Mateo and Lomas) - Friday, October 11
You … simply beautiful … wonderful smile … sitting in a gray button up and jeans … you had your jacket and to-go box ready to go … you were sitting with two couples. Me … sitting alone at table next to you … wearing a gray t-shirt … on your way out we both smiled … all I could muster was "Hi" … have been thinking of you since … wish I would have said much more … would love to take you out on a date!
An Unforgettable Glance…
On Friday, October 4th, at around 7:00 pm, I saw a tall, blonde, elegant and beautiful woman with a sincere smile and piercing eyes at Whole Foods on Carlisle buying Kombucha drinks. We passed each other a few times, and she had come up behind me at the register. When our eyes matched their gaze, I felt as though the world had stopped, if only for a moment. I am a tall man with long brownish blonde hair. If you are reading this, I would love to meet you…
You: man about 45? Your right elbow was wrapped w/a couple of ace bandage strips, yet you carried your grocery basket with this arm. Nice grayish hair, sullen attitude, wearing a black/dark gray t-shirt with who-knows-what on it, I never got close enough to read it. I saw you look at me twice? Once in produce and then near the meat fridge. I rarely see my type, but know it when I see it: you're it. Me: petite brunette, denim jacket, motorcycle boots, light complexion, Italian—I'm in luv.
The Man with the Naked Truck
Both times I drove by you in your doorless beige truck, my imagination took me to coasting up the winding roads of the east Sandias. In those moments, I felt the crisp air all over me, I could taste nature. I felt the sensation of limitless freedom in the mountains. I've always dreamed of sharing that unspoken sense of aliveness with another. Thank you for awakening my senses and igniting the flame of my imagination. I'm bored with all the schmucks who live life so normally. - red.
Dream Trophy GF
Your blouse was red, your pants were blue, your lips were drawn upon your face like come-to-me tattoo; your hair light brown, your eyes bright blue, and if I had more talent, I'd write a song for you. OMG, you're even prettier than those Victoria's Secret models because you're real! You did look kind of sad, and had a small black armband on your left upper arm. I hope everything's OK and you're not in mourning. Thank you for making the afternoon a little bit brighter!
USAF Gate Guard-Wyoming Entrance
1100 hours, 27 Sep 2013. You: on gate duty checking IDs. Does your Flight Commander know you deliberately drop a woman's ID card so you can get a peek under her blouse as she's trying to pick it up? My girlfriend told me of a similar experience last month. Grow up, sonny. No wonder you have to resort to this kind of thing to get a peek at a woman's anatomy!
You and your daughter were sweet enough to explain away the fear of flight to a mom and her daughter sitting across from you at Tia Betty Blue’s on 9/14… I was on my maiden trip to the restaurant and found myself captivated by you. I wanted to talk to you but was frozen by uncharacteristic shyness.
Susan the Cowboys fan
From Uptown Sunday Night Football. I hope to see you in your "Where's Waldo" shirt very soon. You're gorgeous.
You Both Knew I'd See You
Your Alibi-reading boyfriend turned his cap around so the bill would hide his face, but he made sure you were recorded in all of your glory. Be thankful I'm the kind of guy that deleted what followed. Jackasses like your boyfriend would have put you on youtube. Don't let your affection for the idiot make you get used by low-lifes like that guy. He should not be trying to degrade you in front of cameras for his personal thrills. What would your family and friends think? Think about it!
Et oui, c'est un adieu.
For a while I've wondered what impression I left on you, all those years ago. I know it was significant enough to make you notice, but not enough to make you care. I thank you for the memories you've given me. For the familiar comfort of a once well known presence you managed to resurrect within me, one final time. I'll always miss you. After our final night together, I knew it wasn't to be. I bid you farewell, dear Sir, and hope all the best for your future.
Dear Alibi “I Saw You” … You don't have the same charm & brilliance as you did 3 or 4 years ago. I roll over and look at you in the night and my dick goes droopy. I'm sorry but I took the car and the cat. I left you the dog cause you are going to need him.
Thomas-Bio Save Tech
Wow, you are gorgeous for a man. Your green eyes, your smile … and you're always in a good mood. I donate and get to see you twice a week. I wish it could be every day! Do you have a hot meal waiting at home? I'd like to take you out. We chat often about work, school and bettering our lives. If you only knew how I felt …
It's not appropriate to hit on a guy on the bus. Central E 5:00 pm. I always like seeing you. Great shape, no vis tatts, dark and muscular. Always in the back right corner—way ok.
Curses, saw you again! "Who knows how long I've loved you. You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will."
We met at our first Bisonaholics Anonymous meeting. I don't know which of us was fatter. Still in the throes of our addiction, I was about to tell you how I used our most favorite meat during sex when you heard the snorting of the Bison-Flavored Ice Cream Truck and galloped after it like a bison cow in heat, bison helmet and all. I have pictured our sweaty, greasy bodies naked many times hence. Meet me at Keller's Market next Wednesday at 4pm sharp and I will rub raw bison steak on you.
The Man of My Dreams …
Your eyes, your smile, your move, your hands, the way you danced, I imagine myself in your arms, dancing with you under a summer rain…saw your smile, saw your hazel eyes, saw your body … but I also saw you move away … from me … from my arms … will always remember you … I was afraid to love you, afraid to be rejected by you and I just let you go … you … the man of my dreams.
Red Light Running, Cell-Phone Using Jackass
You: White woman with short, dark hair, in her 30s, driving a gray Toyota SUV of some sort Saturday, 9/7 at or about 9am. You ran a red light, turning right into Academy NE from Ventura NE, while on your cell phone, and cut off a fellow Toyota making a left turn on a green arrow already in the intersection, and you have the freaking nerve to be upset at me, follow me to the Smith's parking lot? You”re going to wind up killing someone one of these days, you reckless moron!
I Almost killed You Saturday Night at the Corner of Lomas and Carlisle
To the guy I almost ran over Saturday evening around 8:30: I had a green light. You waited for me to get into the intersection and then leaped in front of my car and dashed across the road. Suicidal? Mentally ill? Do you get off on near-death experiences? Not kosher at all. Thank your lucky stars I was sober and going the speed limit. I really almost killed you. Vehicular manslaughter is a terribly traumatizing burden to bear even if you manage to avoid jail time. You're a real asshole.
Dancing at Pueblo Indian Cultural Center
I have seen you 3 or 4 times there. We have exchanged glances and smiles many times. I can not believe I have not asked you to dance.
Last Friday you were wearing a white top and blue jean shorts. A beautiful smile and blonde hair. Hope I see you at Low Spirits Friday for Ryan McGarvey.
You Picked Up My Lettuce and Gave Me My Cilantro
Thanks for picking up my lettuce and handing me my cilantro I'd dropped in the Smith's parking lot. I'm sorta a MILF and I thought you were exceptionally gorgeous in a 70's Richard Gere sorta way. Only better. RaaaAAWRRRR.
Red Prius Man Heading to Zen
Red Prius Man with the big smile, your Zen class brings you closer to me. I want more and I KNOW you do too.
You were a member of the SWAT team at Yale Park the night Occupy was evicted. You were standing on the East side of the park facing Central. I'm guessing you are in the ballpark of 5'7"ish. We caught each other’s eye. We saw each other again at Flying Star on 8th a few days later, again catching each other’s eye. Wishing I would have approached you then. Been thinking about you ever since.
Moonlight Blonde at Furr's Cafeteria
You: Exquisite Moonlight Blonde, with lustrous platinum hair, sparkling blue eyes, and flawless milky flesh in a pale green tank top. We traded smiles and glances when you first came in, then as we sat and ate lunch, Friday 7/26, noon at Furr's. You were with a couple and I was with the two lady friends who took me out to lunch. I would very much enjoy the chance to properly meet you, share a meal and good conversation. Let's see if Kismet means for us to elevate some sparks together.
I Saw You Again …
I saw you again! First, at Old Navy last year and again on August 2nd at the food court in Coronado Mall! Love the tye-dye shorts and your hair is shorter than when I last saw you but you're still beautiful to my eyes. However, please don't tell me that the very large man you were with is your husband!!! Wish we could meet … perhaps I will see you again. I hope.
Challenged Individuals Behind the Wheel
I was biking east on Silver while you and your bros overcame me in an SUV. You threw an egg at me. Next time could you fry the egg and wrap it up in a tortilla with beans, cheese and green chile and just hand it to me? Unfortunately this suggestion will probably not reverse any of your shortcomings in life, but at least you won't be wasting food!
I saw you at an interview at work and was smitten immediately. We have shyly begun talking and so far we both love vanilla ice cream, sarcasm and animals. You have told me that there will be a top hat of tricks on our first date, and I can't wait to see them! We are both terribly awkward, but maybe it's just me. I want to meet your rat and have you destroy my life with scary movies. Double vanilla ice cream and scary movie Friday night?
Watching Still for You
With your swift soft words, your sweet attention stopped my shallow steps mid-stride. I've been singing to myself until years ago when I saw your words. I wondered if it was me at all. l still am waiting, watching for you to come to me …
Where Did You Go Route 66 Girl???
You: Black-rimmed glasses, pretty smile … where did you go? I never got the chance of taking you out!
I hadn't gone in to gamble for quite some time, but I have been going and I see no one like you! If you read this, please reply. You will be surprised to know who I am.
We got in line at Satellite at the same time, but I insisted you go first. You have long wavy strawberry blonde hair, and you were shockingly beautiful. I bet you still are. On the way out I held the door, and we were parked right next to one another. Did you feel a spark too?
The Lady with the Lion Tail (Winning Coffee)
It was Sunday (the 12th of May). You were wearing some rock-out Hot Topic type clothes. You had some lion tail attached to your pants.
I was wearing a green shirt. I had glasses and a red beard. After asking what with the tail, you allowed me to sit at your table and chat with you. Before you left, we introduced ourselves. You went inside and I left.
I really liked talking to you. You were really smart. I would like to meet you again and chat some more.
Angel At Starbucks
Where: Starbucks. When: Saturday, May 4. Me: shaved head, reading a book about nuclear weapons. You: gorgeous female, reading the Bible. You introduced yourself and we spoke for a few minutes. You loitered around waiting for me to ask you out. I was hypnotized by you, unable to move or speak. I will be at the same location, same time, next Saturday, eagerly hoping you will be there.
Walks like an Ocelot
Saturday, May 11th, at the Radio Shack on North 4th about 4. You are a petite lady with shorter red/brown hair, khakis and a darker top. I'm tall with gray hair and mustache. You walked through the store on your way out, eyes that covered everywhere, a smile that the Mona Lisa could only wish for and a walk that was very subtle and awakened every male molecule I possess. I lost every mental process watching you leave! Shocked wishes to see thee over a cup which would get cold.
We chat for the spilt moment as you ring up my items. Hopefully soon I will treat you out to DQ.
Cat Scratch Fever
Ah, my Golden Lynx, your love is like a cat's paw: soft, warm, fuzzy, but oh, those retractable, razor-sharp claws! I'm so sorry we ran out of time. I knw we both tried. I'll be back in two weeks. I have something serious I want to ask you but I didn't want to do it over the phone or through e-mail. Wait for me, Cat Woman.
I was going north, you were going south. You touched your lips, blew me a kiss, and we both rode our separate ways. I didn't stop because I was too focused on my training, and was hoping to catch you on the way back … you made my day :)
I saw you very tactfully, diplomatically and discretely persuade an oral surgeon-in-training not to use non-sterile instruments on me. For that, I am grateful beyond words. May G*d, the Universe, what have you, grant you LOTS of brownie points, and your heart's desire for that and other very good deeds I'm sure you perform!
A very appreciative and healthy patient who hopes to stay that way for long time to come.
I danced with you in Nob Hill, Ms. Mojito from Baltimore
I met you Friday night in Nob Hill. You are a great dancer, fun-going, technical-minded sister from MD. Wish I could have gotten a chance to say goodbye, and hopefully I will see you again.
Are You a Time Traveler?
You: Mysterious, Neil Gaiman-hair, vintage-y motorcycle, white accordian on your back, looking stoic as you made your way east up Lomas on St. Patrick's Day. We: Ladies in a yellow Bug, wondering if we just spotted a time traveler … or a Time Lord?!? What music do you play? Maybe we can hang out sometime, in a friend capacity. We find you intriguing! Safe travels, my friend …
So Angry. So Buff. Why is it that you always whine? When will we be allowed to have our lemonade stand? How many pictures of your hand have you taken? How many scones have you seriously eaten? Last, but not least, do you hate me even more now?
We passed each other on our bikes Friday night on Yale just after 1 a.m. Bundled up against the cold, your tiny hello has been echoing in me ever since.
Blonde Boy Angel Sent From Above
My friend and I are already seated on the Lomas bus when all of a sudden an angel sits across from us with the light beaming down on his heavenliness as we sit in awe. We turn to each other and smile wondering, who he is? Who are you, long haired blondie from above?
Sexy Saturday Server at Winning
You: Charming server at Winning with long curly hair.
Me: Captivated bY your irresistible smile.
You made my Americano with lots of room on Saturday. You think there's enough room in your heart for a girl like me?
You Have a Sweet Smile and a Tattoo on Your Cheek
You looked so interesting and kind. You were behind me in line at the Co-op. It didn't occur to me to say hello. Wish I'd introduced myself.