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I Saw You

Personal ads from the heart. 

Think a submission is about you? Reach out at isawyou@eugeneweekly.com and we’ll pass the message along. 😉

I’ve enjoyed seeing you deeply from afar for 5 years, and now I’m deeply looking forward to soon seeing you often, from up close. 

I saw you across the room at the Chamber of Commerce Greeters and couldn’t stop smiling at your trademark dab. I’m a real estate agent with a little sparkle — and yes, I thought you were very cute. We should definitely meet. Coffee, wine? J & K forever? 

Dear Eve, Your articles and photos published within EW this past year show how committed you are to giving your best.  I’ve always known that. I’m so very proud of you. Love, Dad

I saw you firing pepper balls and tear gas at the vigil for that VA nurse on Tuesday 1/27. Did I see a twinkle in your eye? Was there something in the air that night? Contact with your name, hotel room/address, and badge number at peppermyballs@proton.me

My beloved Totz Boz, I love you madly, completely, forever. – F  Le Turd

Whether it’s having a story published or deciding on going to grad school in my 30s, my parents have often been my cheerleaders. When I was driving cross-country, I decided to go four hours out of my way from Montana because I just had to see Banff. Their response: “I’m glad you’re doing that.” When I moved abroad several times, they always took pride in me being out in the world. Even silly things, like letting me go to school with green hair when I was eight, they supported me. So I want to say thanks to my parents for letting me find and be myself. 

A relative of mine would send me weird/inappropriate messages that I would ignore. Months go by without hearing from him, and one night I had a dream that he was in. In the dream, screaming at me from a dark room, he’s furious that I didn’t respond to his messages. I woke up feeling incredibly uneasy. Later that morning, I got a call from my mom; the relative I had a dream about died unexpectedly two nights earlier. 

To the public radio guy who sounds like Ari Shapiro met Doogie Howser and decided to host a pledge drive. Calm, smart, charming, and somehow hotter with a mustache. Suddenly, tote bags as donor gifts feel like an afterthought. D.

You: Paying attention to what holds things together. Me: Appreciating that for over 30+ years!

To the person at Wandering Goat with the yellow rain jacket and the huge stack of papers. You let me borrow a pen and said “no worries” like you meant it. Thanks for making my morning better.

To the person at Sundance whispering to the cashier about which mushroom powder is “the most spiritual.” I think about you daily.

I know you follow me from afar. Hope your gephyrophobia is getting better so you can continue to soar!

To the person I talked with at Wandering Goat about books and rainy mornings. You had the warmest smile, and for a moment everything felt easy. We laughed about staying in Eugene “just one more year.” I wish I’d been brave enough to ask for your number. I’ll be there again Saturday around 10, hoping our paths cross again.

I saw you Tuesday at OsteoStrong Springfield, pretending not to notice me while absolutely noticing me. Confession: for a split second I thought you were my ex… but calmer. Improved. Stronger bones, better energy. Shoutout to the staff for coaching me through while I was getting flustered. If you’re the one who laughed and said “see you next week,” I hope you meant me. I’m sure glad I took advantage of the special they have going on right now so I can pretend to not see you again next week. 

Snowman. Know you are not alone. You have the magic in you that makes you YOU! The one I love. Also, you can’t make a snowman without snowflakes! I miss you, Dude.

Denise: I see you every day working with our employees at Nothing Bundt Cakes, frosting and decorating cakes, serving our guests, handling complaints, doing ALL our books and payroll, and caring for our family and me. You do this with so much passion, intelligence, and fierce love. I can’t imagine my life without you. Happy Valentine’s Day with all my love. Bob

I enjoy reading Eve’s articles and photos.  Her work is informative, intelligent and intriguing. As someone who has known Eve since she was a teenager, I’ve been extremely impressed with Eve’s talent and ability to report on topics that matter. Eve’s skillful reporting on recent protests has helped me realize how necessary it is for me to participate in local events. I’m a fan of Eve’s work and wanted to let her know that I’m glad Eugene has her to report fair and factual information to her readers. Keep On Keeping On!

You: a beautiful booch with braids. Me: always up for a ride. Shall we meet at the bridge?

A lot of mayhem? A beautiful girl? A handsome boy? Artist? Groomer? Gooner? You are so many things, but mainly my favorite bad bitch. I love you in ways I didn’t think possible and so grateful you’re in my life. 

I saw you: playing with toy sharks, running around on my living room floor and jumping on the trampoline outside. I saw your fluffy hair, wide smile and mischievous eyes. Me: Babysitting you, chasing you around with your brother and sister and cousins, keeping you safe while we all have fun. You: You turn 8-years-old on Saturday. I saw you in the clouds and the sunset and in every toy shark. Now you keep us safe every day. We all love and miss you so much. I hope you get the best birthday presents in heaven. 

Me: A mess of tears at 10pm in a certain stoner-themed sandwich shop, after a very long day. You: The confused cashier. You said “do you want a sweet lil treat?” and gave me a free cookie. Then you said, “I hope everything gets better.” It did. Thanks for the cookie. 

You: Moving through the world with courage, kindness and a guitar case. Me: Watching and listening with admiration. Keep marching to your own beat — you’re doing a great job!

I saw you: a polycule at KIVA fighting over which matcha is your cat Luna’s favorite. Me: the white dude with dreadlocks and a chest tattoo who thinks Eugene truly is a “walkable” city. Let’s go on a bike ride.

Eve, you are wise, committed, caring, centered. It’s reflected in your work!

You: the dude at one of the several privately owned parking companies in town who gives cars tickets just because they exist. Me: I think it’s so hot the way you slid that $50 slip of paper under my windshield in a vaguely-marked zone. Sometimes I wait to pay it until 11:59 pm four days later, just for the adrenaline high of getting it in right before the amount doubles. You: Must get a lot of babes.

You: Live in Florida, read the Weekly, have steel blue eyes and threaten to bust anyone who messes with me open like a can of tomato soup. Me:Has a lot of people who need to be busted open. Love you!

I saw you: A slightly decrepit pitbull barking at a wall in the office. Do you want to go for a walk?

I watched you playing last week on Court 6, holding your own against those crazy heavy hitters. I hope we get a chance to partner up soon!

I peeked at you during yoga class, then we both joined the “no nookie” breakfast and potluck club.  Later it was trips to the beach (greens are two!).  We’ve had ups and downs but babe, I’ll never let you go.

Hey there MUNCH, we see you, our kindred spirits in informal science education. Thanks for all that you do for our community in the name of science. Love, Eugene Science Center

Hey Eugene! We saw you on 9/27/25 and you were SHiNING! Thanks for being at, being in and supporting the EUGENE BRiGHT Parade. Let’s make a date for 2026: Saturday, Sept. 26 downtown. With love from your all volunteer planning/production committee at eugenebrightparade.com

To Market of Choice: I saw you showing up for your neighbors, supporting local makers, giving back when you could, believing that community matters, and doing the right thing even when no one is watching. And I just wanted to say: how you are doing it matters. Thank you for being who you are. Laura and Jen

You dodged the perils of psycho cat and waited for me at the magic bus. Being spontaneous! We explored the old mill and survived a midway dive for lunch — a coffee wasteland! You are my best friend, my partner in adventure.

I saw you in September at Blair Alley, perhaps the oldest one on the dance floor, but dancing with joyful abandon, as if you were still in the 80s. Ran into you again October 13, searching for glass orbs on a Lincoln City beach. Mark your calendar for October 13, 2026, and I’ll meet you at that same spot.

I Saw You with your First Aid station set up on 7th Ave. this past weekend. Thank you for helping the community and the protesters stay safe. Your presence means so much.

I know of your courage & integrity every day. You being in my life has caused me to grow so much & I am so grateful for you. “My love you.”

I.T., I have loved you for the past 20 years and look forward to loving you for the next 20 and beyond. You are my favorite. Love, G.J.

I saw you at the Lane County Fair in 1972. Your voice entranced me. The crowd loved you. Words can’t describe the emotions I felt that night. 

To my grandparents and your friends, standing in the cold with your signs while the rest of us are at work: I see you. I can’t always be there, but I’m so proud of you for showing up for people who need it most. Thank you for protesting ICE and reminding Eugene what courage looks like. Love, your granddaughter.

I saw you at the movies last week! I haven’t ever watched a trilogy in a week at the theaters with someone before, and then we checked another Oscar nominee off the list with your friends just a few days later! I’m so lucky I have someone as beautiful and adventurous to go find new experiences with. I love you! 

I saw you and we talked all night, the bar is now gone but our love is over 20 years old. I followed you across america, and no matter how hard I tried you never let me ruin it. The best thing we ever did turns 18 soon and then its me and you forever Punk Face. – your Desert Transplant

I saw you standing there! in my dreams. Boomer country fair guy looking for a boomer country fair gal for a deep connection!  Can we meet outside my dream?

Not sure if this is what these are for, but to the woman who returned my wallet at REI: I never got to say thank you properly. You restored my faith in people.

You complimented my jacket at Saturday Market and walked away before I could respond. So here it is: Thanks. You made my day. I wore it again just for you.

Hey, Chris from the Tuesday night pickup basketball games. You always pass when you don’t have to. That tells me everything about you. Go Cavs!

To the woman reading on the floor at Tsunami with her back against the wall with the backpack. You looked so calm in the middle of chaos. I wanted to say hi. I didn’t. Regret is loud. Also biggie SHOUTOUT to Tsunami Books for everything you do for us and for stocking the Weekly. Thank you!

Ben from trivia night at Blairally. We totally would’ve won if I’d trusted your geography answers. Next week, I promise. Karen

To my wonderful man, J, who is the best listener ever. Thanks for listening to me ramble about my job. You are always so patient with me. Xoxo, C.

I saw you, the neighbors saw you, everyone in the area saw you walking your dog WITHOUT a bag. Your dog deserves better.

Hey dancing boy! So happy you got your bike back! Let’s go for a ride someday!

JD, we wouldn’t be here without you. Thank you for your eagle eye each week. It means so much.

I saw you and your buddy looking over the Weekly in public behind Kiva like you want people to know you’re informed. Or maybe you were just reading the Dan Savage column for ideas. 

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