Throwing a bone to my man Jingle; I was in Toronto this week, and while I couldn't meet up with him (we were in a mediation, so it was not my schedule; I had to be in the main room when everyone else was, be it 9:30 in the morning, or, like the last night, 9:30 at night), Toronto is now my favorite city.
On the train from the airport... the ticket lady? Very attractive. At the hotel there were three young ladies at the desk. Two out of three? Hot. Went out to dinner first night with our lawyer. Ordered a glass of wine from the bar. Bartender? MODEL hot. Server? Very attractive. After dinner; went for a drink. Bartender? Very attractive. Next day; there were about 30 people in the mediation, three women. Two? Hot. That night, our server was an old guy, but we went for a drink after, and the bartender? Hot. The woman serving the tables? Hot. Next night, I get out of my mediation around 11:00 pm (we won!) and literally sitting in the atrium of the office building is a woman. MODEL hot. Just sitting there, surfing on her phone. I'm walking to Union Station underground (Love that idea, Toronto! Walked three blocks and never put my coat on!) and stopped into a bar called the Dukes of Dixon. Bartender? MODEL hot, and dressed like an elf. Bartender just coming off shift? Very attractive, but older; in her day, no doubt, MODEL hot. Server on the floor? Very attractive.
I think you see the pattern. Ridiculous.