On my way to granny in Pointe Claire village, on your way to your parents,

Hello you. You know who you are. you helped me find my way to my granny near the second stop at cartier in pointe claire ( I’m no westisland kid hehe). You were carrying a few grocery bags of some sort. I disjointedly talked about swimming pools and bringing beer to my granny (ye, i know). You were stunning. I didn’t your ask your name even, or your phone number. How brilliant. When you left the woman who also didn’t know where to stop asked me why I didn’t ask you your number. I wondered the same. Chances are, you won’t read this if you are like me and rarely read the cheese here. But maybe there’ll be an exception.