I see you a couple days a week around 7:40 am at the Pacific & Oak bus stop for the 60/61 bus. You're kind of tall & your most striking feature is your full brown beard. I am the girl with the long blonde hair with bangs that arrives just in time. We used to exchange greetings & you borrowed a quarter from me once, yet since I'm so shy, nothing more has been said. I'm not entirely sure of my intensions here, but I feel oddly compelled to admit my admiration towards you. I mean, physically, you're perfect. I guess I'd just like an opportunity to get to know the rest of you. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I let someone so handsome slip through the cracks, even if you were just to become an overly attractive aquaintance.