Sometimes it gets too weird though � like when this huge guy with a toque on his head was walking along the sidewalk with this evil look in his eye. He�d trundle up to middle-aged women, holler �MY NAME IS DAVE, AND DON�T YOU FORGET IT� in their faces, and then he�d slam his fist into them. I saw him do that to three women before he just disappeared into an alley. Too weird.

I know�I should have been gallant and rescued those poor women. He didn�t really flatten them or anything but I�m pretty certain he would have flattened me. I�m just not buillt to be a superhero.

Then there are all the sex shops and strip clubs. I never used to be this way but those are really starting to bother me. Maybe I�m just getting old. I know I can�t have those women, unless I�m prepared to part with a considerable amount of cash. And even then, it�s just based on lust and sex. I�d want it to be more meaningful and that won�t happen so there I�d be, frustrated again. So the temptation is what�s beginning to bother me, I guess.

I talked to Buddybee last week and he was ranting about how the strip clubs where he was would let you touch anything you wanted except the crotch. There was a time when that would have been super appealing to me. I just find it extremely aggravating to even think about now. Well, I told him I wasn�t interested in fondling a woman that I couldn�t take home without a price tag on her ass. He just huffed something about not bringing it up with ME again. So I guess that�s the end of our lifelong friendship. Pretty shallow friendship in the end.

No, give me relationships like the ones I have with Luvofmylife and Girlofmydreams and I�ll be a happy guy. On the other hand, a good night of hot sweaty sex with someone new�well�.let�s not go there right now! It�ll only lead to more frustration.

Last week I was walking through the PATH, the underground walkways connecting the buildings in downtown Toronto, and I heard some really boomy music. In front of the HMV, there was a small stage and John Pizzarelli, Bucky�s boy, was playing with his jazz trio. They were plugging a new album and concert. It was great. Fabulous New York club jazz and some delicious guitar licks by John. He was playing that gorgeous 7-string Benedetto guitar of his.

I think I�ll go to the art gallery tonight on the way back to the hotel. They�ve got the largest Henry Moore sculpture exhibit in North America over there. I haven�t been to that place in a long time.

So yeah, I love the city. I love subways, tall buildings and ethnic neighbourhoods. I love the smells (most of the time) from the restaurants, the lights at night and the people on the street. I love it all. Now, if only it could love me back.

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