She’s big, curvy, and brunette, and she’s artistic!
I was introduced to this woman a few months by a co-worker, and we hit it off quite well while she was working temp at my place of work. My co-worker was trying to hook me up with someone else, but that didn’t work out.
We traded a few emails, but then she disappeared. Two months pass, and suddenly last weekend I get a message from her: she was going to be passing by my work this week. On Thursday I was on the way to HR and I heard a voice calling my name from the lobby: she had seen my hurrying by on the upper floor! I went down and chatted with her. Later as I was at my computer staring at a particularly quease-inducing clump of email, I felt a touch at my shoulder, and it was her! We talked for a few minutes, and she let me know what had been going on and why she hadn’t responded to my last message… and then said she’d been thinking about me.
We talked briefly tonight… and we’re going to check out the Junction Arts Festival on Sunday! w00t!
Sunspace, having been to your workplace and knowing the layout of the lobby and the upper floor, I can picture the whole scene. Must have been a nice surprise.
Have a great time on Sunday, and let us know how it went.
Well, you don’t have to tell us everything, of course.
Thank you! And, I got new contact lenses that I can actually see through without strain as well! trublmakr, don’t count anything out. I’m neo-pagan: I’m allowed variety in my life.
I’ll be careful around 7-11 stores. Besides, with all our newly-redesigned banknotes, there’s not chance of a problem. And they don’t have RFID chips in them either, nope. :: tinfoil-hat grin ::
Well… I got to our meeting point around half an hour early (just totally overestimated the amount of time it would take to get there), and sat on a concrete planter at the corner of Keele Street and Dundas Street.
Dundas Street itself, west of Keele, was blocked off, and there were already a fair number of people wandering among the tents and displays, but may exhibitors were still setting up. I had just gotten something to drink and was sitting down and breaking out my Small Emergency Backup Sketchbook to draw in while I waited (my main sketchbook was just too big), when I heard a voice behind me.
It was L., my date. (I’ll be discreet; she may stumble across this one day.) She had bicycled up from her home near the lake. We said hi and started to wander westwards. Neither of us had been to the Junction Arts Festival before, and neither of us was familiar with the area. The Junction is an old industrial area named for the crossing of two railway lines. In the late nineteenth century, the railways brought industry and the industry brought the area its first prosperity.
Dundas Street is lined with typical late-nineteenth-century Southern Ontario commercial architecture: three- or four-storey brick buildings with small shops on the ground floor, mixed with small industries. The brick buildings of larger industries adjoin the tracks, but are often vacant. So much industry had left that the area had gone into a bit of a decline. The Arts Festival is starting to revive the area as more tourists and funky little shops arrive. The Starbucks and the McDonalds are still few and far between.
