We didn’t know how to leave the evening and both said so. As he dropped me off neither of us wanted it to end. He said with a slow smile “I don’t know what to do here.” LOL “I don’t either." I gave him a quick kiss and said I’d be in town until my flight left for New York on Friday and ended with “Good night and thanks for playing. Now I have an idea of what Toronto has to offer.”
He called the next evening with a voice full of enthusiasm calling me by my first and last name as to announce THERE SHE IS! It would be a few hours before we could meet so he'd play video games until then. With his slight Irish accent he warned, “I’m not gonna lie to ya Sweetheart, I play video games and I’m playin one as we speak." He chose a hip bar down the street from our previous seedy one and this time my colleague would join. I wanted her to meet him.
He and his friend showed up and I learned a lot more about him. His friend is a sweet guy with a big heart and long hair who looks more like an owl conservationist than an urban dweller. The Hippie, as I like to call him, has his own carpet business . . . this Driftwood Sculptor type sidekick made me like him even more. And the bar scene was a cool taste of Toronto. Like me this guy enjoys a seedy bar or a hip downtown scene. He passed another test I didn’t know I was giving him.
At 6’0” 190 lbs he’s thick. . .not cut, like a guy who’s in the gym all day, but strong as in GOOD STOCK. His legs are designed by his Newfoundland genetics and when he drinks his Irish accent comes out. He tells stories a little loudly and has several different laughs; you can tell he’s well-loved and admired and that his family and friends are salt of the earth good people. He is loyal to those he cares about and I imagine he has many childhood friends from his foggy, rainy, fishing community hometown. His eyes are a piercing blue and he has a masculine, protective heart. Sitting next to him his body language is confident with both arms spread on top of the booth as to encompass me, The Hippie, Colleague and everyone who approaches the table. Effortlessly he owns it.
After drinks with Hippie and Colleague we split off and go to the newly renovated Drake Hotel with a lounge that is now one of my favorite hotel lounges anyplace, anywhere. Great dj, fireplace, red leather sofas, just enough lighting, and the movie Brazil projected over the fire. Again, another one of my scenes. He nailed them all, in two nights, which is impressive for a total stranger. I'm beginning to feel like I've known him a lot longer than I have.
He called the next evening with a voice full of enthusiasm calling me by my first and last name as to announce THERE SHE IS! It would be a few hours before we could meet so he'd play video games until then. With his slight Irish accent he warned, “I’m not gonna lie to ya Sweetheart, I play video games and I’m playin one as we speak." He chose a hip bar down the street from our previous seedy one and this time my colleague would join. I wanted her to meet him.
He and his friend showed up and I learned a lot more about him. His friend is a sweet guy with a big heart and long hair who looks more like an owl conservationist than an urban dweller. The Hippie, as I like to call him, has his own carpet business . . . this Driftwood Sculptor type sidekick made me like him even more. And the bar scene was a cool taste of Toronto. Like me this guy enjoys a seedy bar or a hip downtown scene. He passed another test I didn’t know I was giving him.
At 6’0” 190 lbs he’s thick. . .not cut, like a guy who’s in the gym all day, but strong as in GOOD STOCK. His legs are designed by his Newfoundland genetics and when he drinks his Irish accent comes out. He tells stories a little loudly and has several different laughs; you can tell he’s well-loved and admired and that his family and friends are salt of the earth good people. He is loyal to those he cares about and I imagine he has many childhood friends from his foggy, rainy, fishing community hometown. His eyes are a piercing blue and he has a masculine, protective heart. Sitting next to him his body language is confident with both arms spread on top of the booth as to encompass me, The Hippie, Colleague and everyone who approaches the table. Effortlessly he owns it.
After drinks with Hippie and Colleague we split off and go to the newly renovated Drake Hotel with a lounge that is now one of my favorite hotel lounges anyplace, anywhere. Great dj, fireplace, red leather sofas, just enough lighting, and the movie Brazil projected over the fire. Again, another one of my scenes. He nailed them all, in two nights, which is impressive for a total stranger. I'm beginning to feel like I've known him a lot longer than I have.