"dear [random person i saw today], i love you."

indie girl with the gigantic ass on the bike at the corner of legion and washington sts., i love you.

indie girl with normal sized ass in short shorts and blonde dreads at the corner of washington and 5th sts., i love you.

teenage lesbians sitting in the table ahead of me making out at cafe vita, i love you.

Girl with the smoky whispery voice that took my pizza order over the phone, I love you.

Long-haired guy on the bike with the wonderfully kinky aura, I love you.

Cute rosy-cheeked guy whose worked in my local video store for years that I've never said more than "thanks" and "I'll have these please" to, ever - I love you too.

art history girl who has a car and cute little feet and pinstripe pants, i love you.

sorry but my love
for my girlfriend won the day
she is now my wife

yet I think of you
your round eyes and oval face
lips sent right from god

lying there like bugs
mike and robyn all kissing...
staring at the stars...

http://www.zdf.de/ZDFde/img/12/0,1886,2052940,00.jpg

I love you too, insufferably hippie-steezed herbal iced tea that miraculously actually seemed to work today and made my afternoon survivable

lady who works at comic store, you could wear the nerdiest of t-shirts and make them seem thrilling

why is it this happen so often with the people you see but don't speak to/aren't introduced to, & so rarely with the people you do speak to

I try to not speak in their presences because it'll likely come out as "err yeah well hey there um bye"

lol ya but why is it never the indie girl with the gigantic ass your friend brings along to a dinner party to your place, or the indie girl with normal sized ass in short shorts and blonde dreads who's studying for the same midterm as you in the library and hasn't been to class in two weeks, but always the girl biking by, or the girl at the corner of washington & 5ths

flopson, I am never moving my bookmark on this thread because I want to read what you just said every day

Based on that post, I for one am completely shocked that flopson is not a major hit with the ladies.

I get what you're saying but I think he has a point that there are obviously attractive people who you actually have occasion to socialize with but the visceral feeling embodied in this thread seldom strikes in opportune times

i was lucky this happened with someone i WAS introduced to so it's not out of the question

Dear woman waiting at the bus stop who I made laugh before I gave up on the bus and walked and then hit up the bus as it finally arrived further down the line and made laugh some more and then looked at me with the best smile ever as she got off at her stop and continued to look through the window as the bus drove away.

I love you.

Dear random person who told me I smell like Oreo cookies, way to make me feel like a pleasant-smelling human being.
Yours in gratitoot,
an anosmic

dear young man with acoustic guitar at the hollywood/vine station, singing fleetwood mac's "dreams" in stevie's key, kiu. so much fucking better than that indie album of mac covers they keep playing on kcrw.

yrs,
j.

I shall write this in the form of a poem:

I fell in love with the girl at the convenience store
Decided I didn't love her any more
And then decided to reverse that decision

To protect the guilty I'll call her "Nancy"
She was short-changing me when she took my fancy
By malice or misprision

I of course complained vociferously
And she gave me a look which seemed to say
"I'll fix it, but add some free derision!"

As she gave me the coins she touched my hand
And I fell in love, please understand
With a shockingly powerful physical passion

She became my girlfriend, stole my stuff
I kicked her out (that bit was tough)
Then I fell into a deep depression

I was wrong about being wrong about you
My delusions were shattered then embraced anew
My mistakes were mistakes, please hear my confession

I've fallen out of love with falling out with you
Doing the right thing was the wrong thing to do
I've decided to reverse my decision

But, wait, I'm back in love with falling out with you
Doing the wrong thing was the wrong thing to do
I've decided to revise the revision of my decision

Come back to me, I'll make it worth your while
I'll let you keep the change you stole
And compound interest in addition

In reality our whole "relationship" took place during the 24 seconds it took her to give me the wrong change, register my complaint, gracelessly acknowledge her error, and hand me the correct amount with a grunt. But what a grunt!

i too am in love

http://25.media.tumblr.com/9ffd5d51793cf3c9b39fcbcbf06424ac/tumblr_mo4ngbVKTW1qzlpr4o1_500.jpg

dear random cosplay

i love you

dear british waitress at the la boisonnerie in st germain des pres.
i love you.

Dear engineer soon-to-be-ex-coworker who could 100% be a model because you are tall and skinny and generally very hott and with very sharp fashion sense (by which I mean you wear short tight skirts omg).
I love you.

Dear blonde-haired lady on park bench who gave me a friendly smile - why did I keep on walking?

I need to be feeling this way more these days

Dear pretty newer staffer in my office who is kind of thick and shapely and wore a cottony wrap dress to work, I apologize that I and another dude in the office simultaneously, involuntarily bulged our eyes out of our head like cartoon wolves after you walked by (which you probably did not notice), but you look good today.

mh sadly otm. I can barely remember the last time I crossed paths with anyone crush-worthy (or I should say, anyone NEW & crush-worthy).

a woman with a wee baby in a sling got on my subway train home tonight. there was something about her where she seemed like the nicest person ever -- the ppl who had seats all jumped up at the same time to offer her a spot, and when she sat down seriously everyone in our portion of the car was looking at her and the baby and smiling. one bluff dude took off his headphones to ask if the baby was a girl or boy.

they got off after two stops, which was too bad, but i still love them

OG "ass on that one" thread

looked in the mirror this morning and the sun caught the edges of my hair just right, creating an impression almost like a halo.

Haven't seen any cute Japanese Body Pillows recently, eh James?

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lso7xdyFTw1qedzbdo1_500.jpg

i have a fairly large collection of japanese body pillows but i don't think of them in a sexual way.

or i try not to. they are just curios from my extensive travels.

hey i've got one now. cute girl with a camera who took a picture of my dog and i in town to promote the photography studio she works for. she said i looked like "someone famous" and i asked who and she repeated, "someone famous" and then left without giving me the information on how to retrieve this photograph.

what is your dog's name

Georgie.

everyone says this about their dog but she is the best dog ever. totally friendly to everyone.

dear gorgeous mtf trans person at that table over there, this is a bit of a surprise to me but ilu.

dear bean pole with the shaved head, big beard and plug earrings in front of me at cermak: i love you.

I was at Costco tonight, and they had these surprisingly nice jackets on sale for only $30, so I tried one on, and there was this thin, somewhat pretty although plainly dressed woman with a hijab, maybe in her mid 30s there with a daughter who looked maybe 12 or so. Anyway I was trying on the jacket and the woman asked me what size it was (I figured for her husband or something) and I told her it was a medium, and then because the only mirror was partially blocked and I couldn't see the bottom of the jacket, I sheepishly asked her if the length seemed good, and she said, "Yes, it looks very good. Very handsome" and smiled at me in a slightly flirtacious way. And I actually blushed a little and said thanks, and then a few seconds later I walked away. Something about the whole thing was more exciting than it probably should be, maybe just because of all the cultural weight that gets put on the hijab, giving the ridiculous idea that a woman wearing one would never flirt or would be offended by flirting.

Dear redhead hairstylist,

I'll be damned if there wasn't a chemical reaction in the room when we met and I realized your fingers would be running through my hair. Sorry for hiding my wedding ring under the smock - I was only indulging my fantasy life. Thanks for tugging the smock away slightly and then saying "so what does your wife do?" Anyway, you were sweet and fun to talk to, even though you're probably the kind of girl I'd eventually think I didn't have much in common with. And thanks for the way you touched my temples. And good luck with the acting, and the singing!

JS
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I do not remember this at all! I guess it was in Jersey City? I don't even remember where I got my hair cut back then.

We don't do this anymore, do we?

Anyway, 20-something redhead in the leather trenchcoat waiting for her mom at the doctor's office, I love you.

There was one beautiful, perfect face, on the Victoria line at 6am, months ago now but as I see this thread it makes me remember. Although the exact shape is gone now it got to me.

Right, back to dying.

years ago i saw a face that i still think about from time to time. she had the most extraordinary deep eyes, which this bit in the sexual codes of the europeans reminds me of.

A boy who went to Dijon would write about it on his blog or to his friends: that he saw a girl in a café with a bowl of whipped chestnut cream and a bowl of blackcurrants and a cup of espresso, and because his skin was the color of whipped chestnut cream and his eyes the color of blackcurrants and his hair the color of espresso

Dear Wendy's clerk with the best aquamarine dyejob I've ever seen, I Love You.

dear asian guy dressed in black, wearing a full motorcycle helmet with the visor up, riding a powered skateboard down ninth avenue while rocking the air guitar . . . well, love is a little strong, but you're the best thing i've seen in a while

Dear retro Indie Girl who was set up next to me today at the Punk Rock market: you were really serving in those Dr. Martin's, almost too mini-dress and double hair buns--Thanks for keeping the late '90s/early '00s HOT Dream Alive.

I Love You.

dear improbably beautiful science librarian, hello

Science librarian? Where u at

I was at a science library, but no longer

Hmm

are not all librarians beautiful?

Ha, I was just thinking about the person from my last post itt because recently I thought I saw her in a pic on FB my friend took at another street market.

Dear gorgeous bear auto mechanic in zip-up coveralls sitting across from me at the DMV probably 20 years ago,

Thank you for instilling in me a fetish for guys who look like they knows how to fix cars.

dear willowy blonde at the wedding on sunday, i love you... I see you're not wearing a wedding ring, this make me love you all the more

Dear Summertime Velma lookalike trying to balance her items without a basket whilst trying to avoid the power company sign up guy today at Walmart, I love you and totally would help you carry your stuff.