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Nice to e-meet you! That's internet for Hello. And that's also about as far as I got in planning what to say in this thing...but as a lover of spontaneity and the inability to edit my own words because that would mean actually having an awareness as to the nothingingness that I am about to ramble on about for far too long...I'm just going to go ahead and keep typing. Apparently...

Young Hearts Be Free Tonight

On Friday, I met a boy. 


It was not exactly a fairytale story...instead let's just say that alcohol and a dance club were involved. And while my friend Kadie was playing the tambourine up on stage with the band, I was being reminded what it felt like to press my body up against a boy and feel the flutter of my heart going. 

After a few hours of dancing together, he took my phone and entered his number into it which he later used to text me sweet incoherent text messages. Note that the incoherence was less due to the alcohol and more so do to the fact that he has just come to Canada from Switzerland. 


I know how to pick them, huh.

On Sunday, I was on my way to meet Alicia and Adam at Kits beach, but realized a little too late that I had no idea how to get their, and ended up at 2nd beach instead. I decided that I would just stay there as I had my journal to keep me busy. 

As I was relaxing on the bench, BOY texted me, asking what I was up to. It turned out that he too was at the beach and wanted to meet up. Although I was hardly 'date prepared', I agreed. Actually, Alicia told me that I am the one who has this whole "say yes" thing going so how dare I say no. 

After finally making him understand exactly where on the beach I was, I watched the many bridal photoshoots happening around me and waited for him to show up. 

I glanced over, and not remembering 100% exactly what he looked like, I was fairly sure I saw him, but who was he with?

He walked over, with a 65ish year old man wearing a bright yellow suit jacket, crooners hat, and hipster glasses (the man, not him). I smiled politely and the eccentric man said "Oh! You told me you were coming to meet a pretty girl, and this one just smiled at us so I think we've found her!". 

I, still being in shock and confusion, just kept smiling.

Before BOY even had a chance to say hello, the man was chatting me up a mile a minute, introducing himself, and telling BOY that he'd better treat me right. Then without pausing, he said goodbye and skipped off. 

BOY just started laughing. 

He explained that as he was walking over, this man came up to him and starting hitting on him. He was somewhat unsure of what exactly to say or do, but I think a little flattered at the same time as he had never been hit on by a gay man before.  

I told him that I had thought their was a chance he might not be alone because he had mentioned earlier that he was with friends, but that is definitely not what I had in mind.

So that was the start of my date with the foreign speaking BOY.

We walked along the ocean side before it started getting too cold, and then he took me to a movie. It was nice that we at least got to talk for a bit before the movie and I actually enjoyed his company more than I was expecting too. Considering his English is less than perfect, he was very charming and funny (or maybe he is charming and funny BECAUSE I can't understand half of what he says). We saw the A-Team, and after that was over he snuck us into the last 40minutes of Sex and the City as it was the only thing still playing at that time. 

I don't know why I always seem to get taken on high-school dates, but I kind of enjoy it. Sneaking into to the movie theater and making out in the back row is actually pretty fun. 


After the movie, he was pretty insistent on me going back to his place, and although I was tempted, I held my ground and went home alone. As much as he was not impressed with this, I think he kind of liked the idea that maybe I'm actually not thaaaaat easy. After all, he has been texting me quite a bit, and perhaps it's just to update me on the score of the Spain vs Switerland game, which I pretended to watch, but still!

Date 1, success! 

The Big Give!

So if you have not yet heard about The Big Give, its far time you learn about it, held it's hand, and squeezed the love out of it.


So what exactly is it, you ask? Well, it is the internet's first ever random acts of kindness contest! The idea was started by some of the most amazing girls (fellow bloggers of course), who are all a perfect fit for putting together such a contest!

I recommend that you all wander over to their site and see what it's all about, get inspired and participate! If not for the whole *being a good person* thing, then at least for the awesome prizes!


And if you run over there now you may just see a familiar face on the first page ;)

Check it all out here: http://goaheadmaketheirday.blogspot.com

It's Like a Tupperware Party For Whores!

Awhile back I was invited to a schoolmates wedding. I was super excited and flattered to have gotten one of the few invites because we haven't had class together for awhile so when I did of course I said I would attend! Last week I got an email from the bride-to-be's sister saying that Rebecca refused to have a bachelorette party because she did not want people to feel pressured to buy her gifts. So instead, her sister planned a surprise party for her, which would be a "passion party". Which to those of you who are nieve like me, means a sex toy party. Basically a Tupperware party where they sell sex toys instead of bowls. 


I have never been to a sex toy party period, but having one be a surprise just does not sound like a good idea to me. The look on the brides face as she walked in to a table full of dildo's pretty much said it all. Oh and I almost forgot to mention the best part, the bride is a virgin.  


There were a ton of girls and it was actually quite fun. We all had our arms covered in edible creams and tingly spray on our lips, and vibrating massager's on our hands. The bride even got forced into trying one of the "gets you in the mood" creams which she walked out of the bathroom having applied it with blushing cheeks and a huge grin on her face. 



We played a game where the host asked a bunch of *have you ever* sex related questions where you gave yourself points if your answer was yes. I started to worry for a second in the beginning when the virgin bride had more points than me...But to be fair, you got points for silly things like having a tattoo... Or at least this is my excuse for seeming less prude-like. Which I am clearly not... I mean, I did it on a sofa once...haha just kidding, that would be crazy! 



My other friend was shocked by my seemingly low score. She said something to the effect of "oh my gosh, you only got 5?!? I totally thought that you were like some sexually adventurous/promiscuous girl...Like no offense, but I really thought you would have had like at least 10 points" 

I was quite intrigued to find out that people naturally assume that I am a slut. I'm not sure what it is that I'm doing that gives this impression...But the joke is clearly on them because little do they know, I'm not having ANY sex, with anyone, at all. so HA. 

(on second thought, the slut assumption might have something to do with my instant reaction to put the dildo in my mouth). Black and white for classiness.

Probably my favorite of the many jokes happening all night was unintentionally from Kiera. The host was showing us another one of the products which were marble-like beads that girls can put into themselves and I think you play chinese checkers inside your bajingo or something, I don't really remember the point of them but anyways, she made a point of saying that girls sometimes worry that the balls will get stuck (hehehe), but not worry because "it's like a cul-de-sac in there, and they will always find their way out". I turned to Kiera and in reference to these whole bead idea said "wow, I have never even heard of that before" and her response was "you've never heard of a cul-de-sac?"
Oh how I love you. 

If I haven't lost you yet, I won't go into too much detail and I am sure many of you have been to sex parties before anyways so this is all nothing new, but as a sex-toy virgin I have to admit that some of those things are just plain scary looking. I don't really think I need a dildo called *jelly osaki*, described as having a "beaver tongue" and contains more buttons on it than my cellphone. One of which makes it do backflips/the YMCA and I have a feeling another speaks to you in spanish and cooks you breakfast. 


I think my expression of the night was a mix of intriguement, confusion, and wide eyed terror.
It also doesn't help that with almost every item we were shown I got instant visualization of some patient I have had in the emergency room with said item physically stuck inside dark places and or completely swallowed and the look on their face when being taken in for surgery. Trust me, that kind of ruins the whole appeal of it all. 

But it was definitely a fun night!

(and to my friends who read this, please don't ever plan me a surprise sex toy party. thank you)

Dust Bowl Dance



This past weekend was full of different activities which was taken up mostly by different get togethers with  family for my brothers 19th birthday. This included, 2 dinners, 1 lunch, bowling, a picnic and a LOT of dessert.
(If you are Canadian, this picture is kind of a big deal. The man in the cowboy hat is Mantracker, and he basically does just that. It is my brothers goal to go on his show, beat Mantracker, and leave the signed autograph he gave him at the finish line.)


On Sunday I went to a festival downtown to celebrate Italian Days, which I of course took my Italian Grandmother too who was in her glory. She just wanted a meatball (and as you read that please do the italian hand gesture and pronounce it meat-a-ball). Festivals on Commercial Drive are always a ton of fun, but it just so happened to be absolutely down pouring that day. After about an hour of the rainstorm I completely gave up my polka-dot umbrella and joined in the street dancing/puddle jumping.



From there I went to a friends birthday/going away party/graduation celebration which was super fun but also sad to say goodbye to her for 4 months. We played Pictionary which I admit that I am usually pretty amazing at but that went out the window when I picked the word JELL-O and had to draw it with my EYES CLOSED. Needless to say it did not go well.

I've gone to a few concerts which have all been awesome! My favorite being a secret show put on by Mumford and Sons where the time and location were not given. The radio gave out clues to the location up until an hour ahead of time in which they told to where to go. I was sure that my detective skills were top notch until I showed up to an insane crowd of people. But that made for a really good atmosphere. Bands should do more shows like this. Did I mention it was free?



That's all for now!
xox

Bienvenue à Montréal

rom the airport we drove back to his apartment because he rented me the guest suite in his building where I could drop my bags off and then he gave me a quick tour of the place. He lives in an exclusive apartment building which is on a completely private street, 1 block from the touristy Old Port. Flats in the building are extremely difficult to get and obviously ridiculously expensive. Apparently a bunch of the Montreal Canadian’s hockey team players live in the building which also makes it that much more desirable (to some). Driving into the underground parking lot was like going into Jay Leno’s garage, and if I knew anything about cars I would name some but to me I just saw dollar sign after dollar sign next to double dollar signs on wheels.


The entrance to the apartment was stunning; a gigantic foyer with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the gorgeous blue river. There were glass staircases on both sides, with a posh lounge area which was obviously just for looks. The building had its own wine cellar just for the tenants, a full sized crystal blue pool complete with water fountains and a stone cave sauna, pool table room, social room, and a completely private walk out patio just inches from the water and equipped with barbeques and lawn chairs for enjoying the sunshine (because unlike the cold miserable rainy weather we have in Vancouver, it was over 30 degrees in Montreal).

My suite was obviously gorgeous. I felt like I couldn’t touch anything but at the same time I had this strong desire to touch everything! I would wake up each morning and open my French doors out to my private patio and sit and enjoy the view and sunshine. Yachts sailing by, tourists taking pictures from across the water, me trying my best to fit in (in spite of my thrifted clothes and 2 for 20$ sunglasses). It was at this moment I felt exactly like a housewife of orange country, only from Montreal.





I totally felt like I did not belong amongst all these rich French people. Even more so when they actually tried speaking to me in French and all I could do was look stupid and say Sorry, no French! With one man in particular, it probably would have been better if I didn’t understand him, because it turns out he was asking if it was my suite he was sun tanning in front of, and when I said yes, but that I was just visiting, he said “oh okay, I felt kind of creepy because I keep staring into your bedroom”.


From then on I kept the blinds closed.

Anyways, that night we walked through Old Port which was my favorite! It’s all old cobblestone streets with little café’s and vendors etc. I couldn’t believe how many people were out in the village square watching street performers, and sitting out having drinks, etc. It reminded me so much of Europe.





After showing me around he took me to some famous little bakery that sold “queues de castor” which are basically pastries made of heaven and sprinkled with cinnamon/sugar. Mmmmmm. This was not a diet weekend.

Being that it had been a long day for me, I wasn’t up for hitting the famous Montreal club scene just yet, so we just went back to his apartment and watched a movie. I know what you’re thinking. we JUST watched a movie people, no funny business!

The next morning he had planned to take me to Mont Tremblant which is a quaint little skiing village in the mountains about 2 hours outside of Montreal (although much less when you’re driving what felt like the speed of light). I absolutely fell in love with this little village. It is the cutest place I have ever seen; if it had cheeks I would have pinched them. There was a ton of tourists, a live band, little cafes and shops all over, and a bicycle race going on through the town center which we had to stop and wait for before we could cross.



I will definitely return to Mont Tremblant one day!


On the way back he drove me all through Montreal, including to the top of a prestigious area called Westmount where I saw some stunning homes and an even better view! We also went through downtown and the Latin quarters etc. It was all so lovely! It’s weird that this place is part of Canada, it seems so different!

After we went back and dropped off the car, we walked to Old Port where he INSISTED, against my protest to get a horse drawn carriage to dinner. I was mortified! I am someone who really doesn’t find them all that romantic and think that they are a terrible idea! Not only do you have people pointing at you and you are made a complete spectacle of, but you also stop traffic because you are riding a fricken monster that doesn’t make the sharpest of turns, not to mention it takes years to get where you are going.

For dinner we went to a nice Italian restaurant and after that went to a fancy club. The nightlife in Montreal is a million times better than it is in Vancouver, it would be a great place to do a girls weekend! It was so much fun!!

The next morning he took me Downtown because he was insistent that I not leave Montreal without going to Schwartz’s restaurant. This tiny little deli is apparently world famous and a landmark in Montreal, which wasn’t hard to believe with the 3 block line up to get in. I was told that the only thing to get at this place is a smoked meat sandwich with a giant pickle on the side and completed with a cherry cola. For someone who is mostly vegetarian, I have to admit that it was delicious.


We picked up some extras to take over to one of his friend’s who had been in a car accident the night before. I was super nervous to meet his friend and didn’t really know what to expect but luckily she was really sweet and being a nurse, I had lots to talk to her about.

From there we went to Cirque du Soleil which I had been looking forward to the entire weekend! I had always wanted to see one of their shows and being that cirque du soleil was started in Montreal, it was a must! It was everything I had always heard it was and more! I am still in shock of some of the things that they can do. I can’t even imagine the training that goes into putting something like that together. Oh and it didn’t hurt my overall opinion being in the best seats one can get, and having some free wine and appy’s from the VIP tent probably helped too. Oh the life of a desperate housewife, it’s a hard one.


After the circus we went out for more drinks and dinner. We picked up some Pho, a type of Vietnamese soup (which I had never had or even heard of before but was his absolute favorite) to take back with us. He knew the owner really well, as he obviously ate at this place a lot so he just had to text in his order and tell them when we would be there. The owner saved us a parking spot out front, came out to give us our food, and we never had to pay a cent. Why is it that rich people get everything for free?


Since my flight left at 6am (as oppose to 6pm which we originally thought), we decided to go home and watch a movie while eating our Pho before heading to the airport at 4am. The soup was soooooooooo yummy!!! I hope that this place wasn’t like remarkably above average so I can still enjoy it back in Vancouver.


And that was pretty much the end of my trip! He took me back to the airport and we said goodbye and I was off! It wasn’t an awkward goodbye either, which was good, it was just a casual hug and au-revoir Montreal!

I officially made it through the weekend without being kidnapped or raped. Win! Actually aside from still talking a lot about money he was quite a gentleman throughout the weekend.

When I returned, a girl in my class’s reaction was “OMG. The LEAST you could have done was given him a blowjob!!!”
I most certainly disagree!

So overall I am glad I went and I really did have a good time (aside from working myself up everyday worrying about maybe feeling pressure to have sex). As fun as it was, one weekend of living this extravagant lifestyle was enough for me. Actually, I thought that I would enjoy all of the luxuries a lot more than I did in the end. It was really weird and felt almost guilty and so much of it just seemed so unnecessary. I mean, I definitely liked the freedom that came with not having to ever think about money and being able to do anything you want but at the same time it just didn’t feel right.

So that was it! I still don’t have a strong desire to be romantically involved with him but it was a really fun weekend and he made good company. I am pretty sure that he thinks he likes me more than I him but at the same time I think he is just lonely in his life and likes the companionship more than anything.

C'est la vie