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August 10/2005

| Saw You

Hey Rockabilly boy who hangs
out by the smoking doors, I like
the way you work it. Wanna
dance? boysmok@hotmail.com

In the hall by the library
Wednesday afternoons. You: the
cute red-headed girl with the
headphones. Me: the tall guy
with glasses who’s always star-
ing at you. Dying to know what
youre listening to. Email me at

bradmo17@gmail.com

At my sister’s Christmas party
two-and-a-half years ago. The
rest, eventually, was history.
Happy Anniversary, Simon. I
love you.

Parking garage, July 14. To the
driver of the black Civic that
parked next to me: You are an

 

ass. Karma, or possibly a brick,
will be my revenge.

Brooklyn’s Pub, Thursday
nights. Tattoo guy, if you’d take
your eyes off the pool table for
two seconds, you might find
something else worth playing...

Hot and Stupid!

Do you fit the bill? Because this
girl’s tired of smart and sensi-
tive, and clever and witty never
puts out. Male or female, email
me at hotstupidnsa@yahoo.ca

At Tinseltown. Uh, you realize
the actors can’t actually hear
you, right? So what’s with the
clapping? Stop it.

Royal City Restaurant, after-
noons, around 1:30pm. Enough
already. I can’t eat any more
cheap grilled-cheese sandwich-
es, if you’re the dark-haired guy

 

 

with the cool sunglasses, please

come and talk to me next time.

Concourse Babe.

You sure can fill out that track
suit. Wanna get together to lis-
ten to some 50 Cent, toss back
a couple of Mike’s Hard
Lemonades, and see what
develops? hardimn@gmail.com

Bookstore guy. I’ve been buying
my books from you for two
years, now that I’ve graduated I
have no reason to see you
again. Unless, of course, you
want to give me one.
bookwarm@shaw.ca

In my dreams.

And by the New West SkyTrain
station. You had dreadlocks and
a back pack with a Natural Born
Killers patch on it. You told me
to be careful when I tripped by
the escalator. But I fell anyway,

 

Suffer From Acne? cs

No Drugs!
No Cream!

 

for you. Let’s hook up.
falleirl|@yahoo.ca

Getting into your car. Going to

class. Walking your dog. :
Working out at your gym. In

your bedroom. At the hearing.

Scruffy’s. You were wearing a
polka-dotted skirt and guzzling
tequila like it was going out of
style. I don’t care what people
say, I think drunken, unem-
ployed cougars who reek like
cigarette smoke are totally hot.
Email me at
mamaneedscuervo@telus.net

Men’s washroom, Queen’s Park.

You: sunglasses, goatee, leather ~
pants, “Choose Life” t-shirt.

Me: guy who told you I was the

former OP sports editor.

Wanna rematch?

ddp20@hotmail.com