Here’s a bonus blog posting today.
I was bored and decided to walk around Montreal and see what the city had to offer on a Wednesday night. I am near McGuill University, so I should be bound to find local student bars. Having an almost non-existent drinking age should also aid in finding young people. However, my search was fruitless. Almost every bar was either a strip club or an empty bar.
It is a very cold night in Montreal, so maybe that is why people are staying home and not coming out. However, keeping warm in Montreal should not be hard. There are so many prostitutes wanting to go home with you it is eerily creepy and very disturbing. Walking into a dance club and sitting down for a drink, I was asked straight out: “do you want to go back home and screw?”. Telling her no was another story, I simply said I did not even know her name and it would never work out. I was not paying attention to her talking/story after I said that. About 5 minutes later, she moved onto another john in the bar. On my way back to the hotel, I was followed by yet another “lonely” girl asking why I was walking home alone. This was an easy turn down, I said I did not have money and she was welcome to watch a movie with me (ed note: I did not have any movies). She dissapeered just as quickly. And finally, when I pushed the hotel’s elevator button, there was yet ANOTHER prostitute sitting in the hotel’s lobby. How do I know she was a hooker? She asked if my “wife” was already in bed. I said yes and went to my room.
No, there was no wife in my room. There is no wife anywhere.