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The Courtship of a Vancouver Gal and The Garbage Man

*Originally published 29/01/2010*

A Tale of Star Crossed Lovers

For those unfamiliar with Romeo and Juliet or would like to read the original prologue either way, here is a LINK

Two profiles, both alike in dignity,

In fair Vancouver, where we lay our scene,

From ancient heart-break to new cupidity,

Where stupid boys make crazy minds unclean.

From forth the craving loins of these two joes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers frustrate their life;

Whose misadventured messaging overthrows

Do with their lust bury their ex's strife.

The heated feeling she impatient of,

With the proliferation of her controlling rage,

Which, his slow tardy notes, nought could remove,

Is now the lengthy blogs of this our stage;

The which if you with patient eyes attend,

What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

The Garbage Man(his profession not my opinion of him)

He messages me on plenty of fish.

I respond.

Witty repartee.

Witty repartee.

Witty repartee.

Pros:  He's normal, tall (good stance) and has the witty repartee

Cons: His photos are not great (I'd give him a 4) though I think potential

Witty repartee

Witty repartee.

Witty repartee.

He asks for phone number.

I give it to him.

He texts.

I text back.

He asks if it’s cool if he calls (aka am I free).

I say no, super busy with school, I’ll call tomorrow night.

Next night I call. No answer. I leave message.

While talking to my friend he calls, I don’t want to answer but my friend makes me.

We talk for about half an hour (I have pay as you go! Fuck!)

He asks if we can hang out.

I tell him I’m too busy right now with school (Monday) but I’ll text in a week when I’m less busy.

Friday (5 days later)

I text.

He texts.

We make plans.

Coffee tomorrow.

He'll call at noon.

I send pics of all the cutie boys I'm talking to at the moment: ATL, Garbage Man, 44yr old., The Alice Cooper to my Barbie guy, The firefighter.  She firmly supports Garbage Man (and ATL).  I'm super nervous, internet dating, really?  Why does it feel so much weirder at 28 than say 22?  The Hell convinces me to give them a go.  She clearly sees potential. 


He calls around noon.

We make plans

Starbucks @ 6pm

Halfway between his place and mine

to be continued....

*Dating Vancouver a Better Place, One Something at a Time*


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