Living in Ottawa

Well, its been far too long since I've blessed you with my words of wisdom. And for that I apologize. (I try not to make a habit of that: Apologizing)

Now this is the seventh week I've been living by myself in Ottawa. So far, so good. Now I mention that I'm living alone. When I first moved in to the city I was living with a "friend". No, this was not a sexual relationship. I use the term, Friend loosely.

As it turns out my desperation has masked my good judgement. I ended up bunking with an extremely abusive alcoholic. It was a two bedroom place. And night after night, I had to come home with some drunken 'talk'.

Rule 25: Never speak of important matters under the influence. This rule was made after a stint of dating a girl who loved to talk about serious items, and a night out having drinks, turns us into The couple who fight at the bar.

I enjoy having those initial conversations that happen when two people embark on a relationship. Be it, sexual, co-habitational, friendly. Those conversations that smelt these two individuals into a stronger unified relationship. "Ironing out the wrinkles" as I call it. Because no two people are perfectly fitted to relate to one another right off the bat (unless you keep it strictly superficial).

Now you can see where my predicament begins. I'm not completely innocent. But this was the first time it wasn't my drinking that ruined what could have been a great friendship. Or just a roommate setting. After the first week, I decided to go out every night. To avoid my roommate who had earned the name, "The Hoff." That's a story for another night. Even if it was just to ride the bus, and sip on a mug of coffee. I needed to get out of the house.

Now I'm residing in a highrise, one-bedroom apartment. It's a nice enough building, but it has 'critters'. I love saying that word because I hate telling people I have cockroaches in my place. Critters has a smalltown, down-south charm about it. Along with Y'all, and folks.

The quest for a job is still active. My comedy is being honed almost every night. New jokes created. Old jokes reinvented. Modified. Reformed. Stronger.

How many jokes can you string together within 6 minutes? Standing in front of strangers, and laughing with them. It sounded a lot nerve-racking than it really is. I can do it when I have some material to work with. I try to be relatively quick-witted. Oddly enough that has gotten me out of a couple of ass-kickings.

Sex life is active. Dating is being done. Most of the girls are from online. We chat. Text. Sext. It feels good to dust off my cock and nuts every now and again. I can still use my old moves. Old moves, new girls. New city, bigger demographics. More opportunities. I can feel my ego inflating. Or whatever you wanna call it. ;)

I'll blog some more as my situation works out a bit better. Have a good one. Don't forget to miss me.