To my missed connection…
Coming out of the vegan restaurant at Bloor and Spadina; 2PM on Friday the 19th.
You had a cozy, preworn pullover over a plaid Urban Outfitters shirt. Floppy toque and thick-rimmed glasses and just the right amount of stubble for your thickset jaw. Your jeans had paint on them… just enough that it didn’t look grubby or accidental, but sufficient to suggest some brooding artistry.
You rode away on your brand new fixie with bright-taped handlebars.
I wish you hadn’t biked away so fast so I could tell you what’s in my heart…
Being so obviously deliberate about your appearance just makes you look like a caricature.
