I saw you…on Wednesday 5th May 2010 at about 10pm. You were going from TriBeCa to Morgan Avenue. I was the English guy that you were talking to. I should have asked you to go for a drink.

I saw you…Dark hair, brown t-shirt, you were off at York with your mates. You gave me such a great smile, I wished we had spoken. The looking and pointing was a laugh, brightened up the journey at least.

I saw you…
my first woman’s football game, militia vs. divas. You, beautiful, black curly hair, black tank top, jeans, sitting with a group of friends high in the stands. Me, brown hair, trucker baseball hat, blue tank top alternating with a gray militia t, sitting with a group of new friends below you.
Caught your eye and couldn’t stop looking. Thought I was making it up but when you looked at me on your way out, i felt it all the way to my toes. Maybe you did too?  Never done this whole “I saw you” before but wish I had followed you out and introduced myself.

I saw you… Tall and beautiful, just outside the massive westfield centre. Where did you go?

I saw you…you came in with your friend and say i want this salad and whatever my girl wants and we laugh andd then while your friends were living you came and tip me with 5 , oh please come back

I saw you on the beach by the Princess Resort in Playa del Carmen, Mexico, May 15. You work for the resort and are a photographer with dark skin, hair and amazingly bright eyes.  You watched me, you took pictures of me by the ocean. The next day you smiled and said good morning to me in the cafe, but I was in a hurry. I didn’t see you again until the last day of my vacation, I felt you watching me as I stood on the shore. When I was leaving the beach to go back to my room to get something I had forgotten, you came up to me and asked where I was going, you asked where my boyfriend was and I told you I didn’t have one, and you asked me to come back so you could take pictures of me again. I told you I would, but by the time I came back you were gone. I could tell English is not your first language.
I am tall and thin, my light brown hair is long and wavy and my eyes are light green.
I miss you and I don’t even know you.

I saw you…  e lo sai che ti ho vista, sei bellissima, anzi no direi proprio, ME RA VI GLI OSA!  )  verrò a trovarti questi gg tanto tu sei sempre lì;)

I saw you…coming up the steps at DAR Constitution Hall carrying a box of Jane Goodall books and shirts into the concert wearing your Gombe shirtand then again as you departed with your two girl friends and kept looking back.

I saw you…  on the boat with your sister and her boyfriend (i think) he was wearing a barcelona soccer shirt. You wore a white and blue long dress. I stared at you and you stared back throughout the trip. Your hair was tied up and you have a beautiful golden tan and light to golden brown hair. You had a evil eye bracelet and so did i. I wanted to talk to you but I was too shy. some rasta guy spoke to you instead just when I wanted to.

If ever you read this….
email me
if u dont at least i tried.

I saw you in Toronto on the yonge subway line today.  We both got on at sheppard and we both got off at union at 1 pm.  You are white/tan, were wearing black shoes, blackish short sleeve shirt, olive colored pants.  You were wearing sunglasses + standing by the door.  We made eye contact numerous times.  I was dressed in mostly white.  If you see this then hit reply .