Day 112/360: Arrived in Canada

I arrive in Canada.

I see a blonde with soccer ball sized boobs. Saw her pass by, packed and followed. Found her at luggage services, waited, she passed again. I gave up. Then waiting outside she walks toward me. Hey. Hey! “Not now”. She walks past me. I probably should have been more sympathetic.

Saw a cute girl walking in the opposite direction across the street, crossed to chase her. As I got close I saw another girl standing around. Horse girl. She laughs but it’s not her. I get suggestions for places to hang out, then leave.

A girl on a bike passes me. Do you like horses? Yeah. Nevermind. She rides away.

Went to a bar.

Nervous. Go downstairs. Nervous. Girl stands next to me. Horse girl, Brad Pitt, smart tests. Nervous kino. Talk nonsense, she has to look for friends, she leaves

Go back for two beers.

Go down. Girl by bar. Horse girl, smart tests, smart hot, good kino but didn’t escalate past arm around waist. Talked for a while at bar, should have moved her. She was incomprehensible. Snowboards, travels, makes own bikini line. Scale one ten how good kisser, but I don’t understand her response. I don’t pull trigger. Friend comes over. Befriend her. Logistics are fucked, she’s leaving tomorrow. Other guys hit on her, friend drags her away.

Three girls at bar. Horse girl, don’t acknowledge friends, Brad Pitt, they leave.

Chat with some guys, touch girl’s beads on neck, guy says I went too far, guy said bye.

Saw fat chick with sunglasses, accused her of groping people, turned attention to hotter friend, they leave.

Two girls left at bar, asked if bars close at 2, tour guide, didn’t feel like working on 2 girls, eject.