Friday, Jun. 22, 2007 - 8:57 p.m.
I Love Red Heads

There is a redhead boy on the patio at th Arts Club Backstage Lounge. I walked past him on my way to get a snack at the coffee shop around the corner. Now I'm at work in the box office down here, hoping he'll see me through the window and come to say hi.

When I walked by, he looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back, although I had the feeling that he might have been looking at someone else and smiling? I don't know. Whatever the case, he was haloed in sunshine and I got afraid and didn't engage him.

I should have waved him over and started a conversation. But I didn't and I let that moment pass and now I'm sorry and I regret it.

So what do I do? I hate regret. I should put out a craigslist ad or an I Saw You in the Georgia Straight.

ne gallum quidem...

old fish - red fish? blue fish? - new fish