I met Adriana at a Simon Fraser University Philosopher’s Cafe earlier this year, where she complained about how she pines for all her ex-boyfriends and didn’t understand why they left. After the discussion I discovered that these boyfriends spanned almost a decade of her life and thought wow, she has trouble letting go (turns out she is an Astrological Cancer, so no surprise there). She gave me her phone number and we agreed to meet two days later at Chapters on Robson street.
They day comes and I meet her just after 9pm and we head to the Yaletown Milestones for drinks and appys.
She is quite a dynamic personality, passionate about everything from her travels around the world to her plans to be rich in the future. For the first half hour, she lamented about her most recent ex-boyfriend. “Why do you think he left me? He said he thinks the problem is not me, it’s him. Do you think he thinks about me?”
I assured her that the best thing she can do right now is to take care of herself and forget him. They can be friends later, but not if she tortures herself and won’t let go. It seemed that she agreed as she quickly switched conversations.
“You know, everyone thinks I’m a good girl and I’m sick of it. I’m not, you know, I can be really bad”.
“I know what kind of bad you can be,” I reply.
“How?”
“I can see it immediately.”
This steered the conversation into a different direction that was soon peppered with random kissing and make outs.
“Are you a good kisser? Let’s find out”. Kiss and make out.
“Where is the craziest place you’ve had sex? Oh, hanging by the side of a mountain?”. Kiss and make out.
We were sitting at the long table by the bar. I’m sure the wait staff were watching us from the corner of their eyes.
I look at her again. “Have you ever had sex in a washroom?” She hadn’t. I take her hand, told her I wanted to show her something, and pulled her off her chair.
At Milestones, each washroom is like its own private room complete with its own door. We got hot and heavy in said washroom and soon she found her way down my pants blowing the trumpet (it was that time of the month for her).
Three hours later – just kidding. About 15 minutes later, we left the washroom one at a time, then finished off our drinks, laughing that no one was the wiser.
Time from meeting at Chapters to the rompus in the Milestones Washroom? Exactly 1 hour 5 minutes.
More of “Thank God the Washrooms at Yaletown Milestones Have Doors” in part 2
Ronald’s Commentary: It was obvious from the start that our relationship was not going to be serious, which is why I used the word ’sex’ rather than ‘make love’ with her. Even if there was a chance for a serious relationship, I still may have used ’sex’ initially. The more chemistry we developed and the deeper we got into each other, the more I would swap in the term “making love”. I’ll explain why and what I mean in a future post.
Best,
Ronald Lee
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