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Monday, December 06, 2004
I Love Montreal!
I got back from Montreal late last night. I'm still very tired. I barely slept during my two-night stay. But it was definitely worth it.
I liked not having an iterinary for my weekend. There's so much to do in beautiful Montreal, and being flexible worked to my advantage.
I walked around the downtown core like a lost puppy with an agenda to experience the city. And that I did. I checked out the shopping district, visited a string of cathedrals, and local dining spots, a pit-stop at Old Montreal, went up the "mountain" looking down at the magnificent view of the city below, and even had a one-night-snuggle during my first night.
By Saturday night, the one-night-snuggle I had wasn't good enough to sustain me. I was looking to get laid. But everyone knows that if you're looking for sex, you'll never find it. At the dancefloor, I met *Bronze Medalist*, with his pistol arms, rock-hard abdomen and gleaming smile. I was direct, and I suppose French-Canadiens are much the same way.
I got more than what I expected. Bronze Medalist was very sensual and affectionate in bed. With that in mind, sex with him was probably the messiest sex I've ever had. He had this thing for massage oils and wrestling. Combine that with dripping sweat & saliva and what you have is an extended two-hour athletic foreplay, slip & sliding, in and out everywhere. We took a long hot shower before retiring to bed again. At which point, he had to change the bed sheets because they were totally soaked.
Bronze Medalist never gave me an opportunity to sleep. He kept on talking throughout the night. All I could muster in my half-asleep state was faint uh-huhs. I couldn't shut him up as he was spurting sweet compliments like: "you were the most handsome guy on the dancefloor...". There I was thinking, "hey, there's no need to butter me up, we already fucked each other."
Man, what a superb guy with a hot body! In the morning, we reciprocated business cards. He told me I had a place to stay should I come to Montreal again. Sweet, huh? I can't wait to go back and meet more local boys.
The highlight of my weekend? This museum.
I love the unpredictability and uncanniness of modern art and it was the only moment in my weekend that I immersed myself in something that I had a passion for. No thoughts about sex or Rockboy. Just me and my thoughts of what I saw.
I took well-over 250 pictures. I hope to share them with you shortly.
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