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The Parisian Way: Following Love

She rolls up the ankle of my left leather pant twice.
"This, is the Parisian way." she says in her perfect French accent.
She is stunning and effortlessly cool.
"How did you end up here in Montreal?" I ask.
"Love." she says.

Sex, drugs, and falling in love

Me: Drugs are overrated
Him: I've never tried any. Except for pot. And that's hardly a drug.
Me: The best drug is being in love

He plays with his "dandy" styled hair.

Him: I've never been in love.
Me: Really?!.... wow... that's sad...
Him: I guess you don't miss what you've never had.
He takes a swig of whiskey



Gaydar

Last night was ridiculous.

I started with a few friends at a river-side bar, then a massive electronic concert downtown, and ended up in a bar with sand. Who has sand in a bar???? WHO???
I officially have a group of girly-girls to go dancing with!! And it's possibly the best thing ever.
I love dancing.
ALSO!
Someone(female) actually figured out I am gay without me telling them. Yes, that's right! Isn't that crazy?! She said she just "knew". I was wearing 3 inch heels and a dress. Crazy. Crazy. We know our own kind I guess lol. She has keen "gaydar."
The electronic music was amazing last night. So hot. You could hear it from reaaaaally far away.