Gotta give the guy credit

The Toronto Transit Commission (TTC): on one hand there's never a shortage of people on it (don't even get me started), but on the other hand, of all 1.5 million people that ride the TTC every day, I never fail to run into someone randomly - whether I want to or not.

Case in point: I took the subway to my usual bus stop after watching the Canadiens beat the Capitals in hockey last night at my favorite bar to watch the Habs and drink a pint - Kilgours. Of course, as an avid fan, I'm wearing my Canadiens jersey...and lo and behold, another fan spots me and comes right over. He says, "I saw you at the bar watching the game." To which I start the usual chit chat, checking my phone every 20 seconds hoping I have a new text message to respond to. At first I didn't mind - after all, what's a little conversation? - but things got awkward after he mentioned he thought I was "the hottest Habs fan at the bar" (regardless of the fact I was one of only THREE girls at Kilgours that night). After five minutes of pointless chatter and NO bus in sight, I then excused myself and made the mad dash to "emergency call" my friend. Good excuse? Definitely. Do I need to feel bad? Debatable.

You gotta give it to the guy - not everyone is as ballsy to come up to someone and flirt with them in public...no less the bus station at 11 p.m. with everyone watching. Yet, what are your obligations to continue the conversation?

I say where there's interest (from your end), there's purpose. Otherwise just give me a thumbs up from the across the station and let me determine our fate.

(Although there is something sexy about a man that can rhyme off hockey stats...as long as he doesn't sound like Don Cherry and has better fashion sense.)

New life, new blog?

I was always the one to dish out dating advice, but when my four-year relationship recently ended I found myself wondering: can I do this all over again?

Turns out I forgot how much I love being single: the home hunting (the ex and I lived together), no one asking me when I'm going to be home, the departure from mundane schedules and the never-ending invitations to "ladies nights" and Sunday morning brunches.

Alexander Graham Bell once said: "When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us."

Here's to new prospects - and looking forward.