I apologize profusely for the lack of updates. I know I do this every other post but I’m gonna sincerely try to get better at this. You guys take the time to visit and read… I should take the time to update.
For the last 3 or so months I took on a part time job. I sold mens suits. It wasn’t really for the money… more so just to keep me super busy and to learn a new trade. I’m pretty much convinced that I can sell ice to eskimos. All in all it was a super positive experience and I picked up a ton of new sayings and habits from my Lebanese manager Carlos who’s quite possibly (and unintentionally) the funniest guy ever. Carlo’s real name is Gaith but when he came to Canada 2 years ago he asked his friends what the whitest name they could think of was. They told him Carlos… and so it was written so it shall be done.
The last two weekends I’ve been in Montreal, the first time on a one on one and the second time running a bootcamp. Both went phenominal.
The bootcamp had a ton of last minute sign ups so in order to keep a good instructor to student ratio I brought along one of my best friends (who himself is a very very good pickup artist… trained him myself) Prodigy.
The second night of the bootcamp, after the night portion had ended, Prodigy and I decided to pull these two girls… who spoke very very broken English. Take this mental picture. It’s 4AM in downtown Montreal and I’m walking hand in hand with my girl who’s English is shit. So we’re walking and I’m having a one way conversation with myself and singing “Holy Diver” and talking about how much I love Montreal. What an epic pull.
Anyways… Prodigy sealed the deal on his and I hit super hard “I have a boyfriend” last minute resistance. Being drunk and not having dealt with LMR for over a year I did a few moves that even now I say to myself “What the fuck was I thinking” and eventually ended up hitting a brick wall with this girl somewhere around 3 knuckles deep on two fingers.
One thing that really fucked me up afterwards was the fact that this girl was TOTALLY in love with her boyfriend. The background picture of her cellphone was her boyfriend. As she was showing me pictures in her phone there were about 30 of her and her boyfriend. This was a real dude and they were really in love.
If a girl so in love with her boyfriend can cheat on him as easily as this girl did… what’s to stop every other girl under the right (or wrong depending on how you look at it) circumstances cheating as well. What’s to stop men from cheating as well? I’ve never cheated and never plan on doing it but there have been some times that have tested my will and character.
I try not to think of it too much because it makes me angry with the whole ideal of monogamy and it makes me wonder if anyone is truly 100% loyal. Are we just lying to each other? Feel free to post comments.
All in all though Montreal was insane. Lots of amazing memories and lots of amazing new friends 
I hope to be back sooner rather than later for sure.
Next up on the travel base is glorious New York City, my absolute favourite city in the whole world, for Conversational Cure. We’re going to be preparing a whole shitton of new material so it’s very exciting for me.
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