Last night, Shea
and I ended up having a pitcher of beer at a gay bar down the street
(our hostel is on the edge of the Gay Village and since we'd already
gone the other direction during the daytime, we went into the village
at night.) I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit on but
Shea, sitting with me and being the only woman in the bar, probably had
something to do with that.
Tonight, we went to Rue Crescent which is a main bar/pub/club district
and ended up at an Irish bar…which happened to be having some Singles
Night event. Again, I'm a bit disappointed that I didn't get hit
on (although I do think a couple people wondered how Shea and I ended
up in a booth together so quickly while everyone else was still
prowling.)
Tomorrow, Shea and I are probably going to end up at an S&M
Swingers Club and walk around thinking “Oh, aren't these French people
fashionable with their assless leather chaps and handcuff necklaces?”
Man, we're sheltered on the prairies…
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