There is a free paper in London that includes a 'Once seen column' where people who believe in love at first sight can try and track down the object of their desire.
I always read them in the hope that one day I'll get a massive ego boost upon seeing something along the lines of:
To the stunning red-head who was crying outside the fertility clinic because you can't have a baby.
I'll give you one!
Yesterday I saw this, which made me laugh:
Westminster Tube, Wednesday, 17.30.
I was the tall guy with dark hair wearing jeans, black Prada shoes, stripy scarf, leather jacket, carrying a Gucci bag.
You, had brown hair and a checked coat.
Fancy a drink?
Hmm - fancy a self obsessed lover?