The signs that Richard would never commit were there from the beginning. Richard could never plan our dates more than twenty four hours in advance, preferring instead to "play it by ear." He would tell stories about his friends, often using the words "marriage" and "trapped" in the same sentence.
When I'd ask him direct questions about the future, he'd find charming ways to dodge the subject. We had great chemistry and the time we spent together, while often last minute, was always a welcome break from both of our busy schedules.
" It had been obvious right from the start and I blamed myself for not being more aware. Right you've probably asked yourself the same question at some point in your dating career.
I envision Montréal as some sexy androgyne character with a sweet moustache and a pair of lacy panties; its decidedly seedy underbelly is dressed up in a chichi couture suit, and it’s wearing vintage brown lace-up boots.
, home to a diverse mélange of people who share French as the lingua franca** (with English used by a sizable minority). If you’re invited, don’t forget that beer o’clock is 11 PM (but most bars don’t close until 3 AM).
Although most Montrealers are at least functionally French-English bilingual (many are fluent in both, and many are trilingual), if you’re in town, seriously try to use your French! It’s known as a lesbian bar but it’s really an all-encompassing “we’re queer and we have nowhere better to go on a Saturday night” bar.
It does cater to the ladies, however, and during Pride many of the big events for the girls will be held here.