Post-clarity and more cake!

He’s so nerdy, smart and funny. He grabs my glasses and does Michael Cane imitations – I love it. It cracks me up. I make him do it for my friends, however it’s mostly for my benefit.

“I’m Michael Caine, not many people know that.”

Post kiss dialogue…

CM: I thought that was never going to happen. I thought you didn’t like me, and that I was in ‘The Friend Zone.’

SE: I thought the same. That was fast for me, it usually takes me longer. But to be honest, from the moment I saw you at the airport – I thought you were absolutely gorgeous.

CM. Wow. Thanks, that a really nice complement.

SE: It’s not like I never thought about making a move. I did.  After the bar we were both a little intoxicated, that would have been an opportune time – but  I only thought of it later as I was going up the street after walking you home. Then there was last night on the Island when you were cold and I was trying to help you get you warm. But I thought if I did anything you would think I was talking advantage.

CM:  I never would have though that.

He had just picked me up, and as we were walking down a windy Queen Street West, arms around each other (I am getting very used to this and liking it), we passed a 30-ish man who exclaimed quite ad-lib “WOW!… You better hold on or she is going to get away.” Whatever he really meant literally in respects to the latter was inconsequential, the ‘WOW’ was enough to make feel invincible, the ultimate catch, and quite frankly – even more f’cking fabulous.

Sir English was to fly out later that evening, so being our last day together we planned to visit Casa Loma (aka. The interior for ‘Professor Xavier’s School for the Gifted’ If you’re an X-Men fan, as I am!)

‘Wolverine’ my ‘Holy Grail of Manhood’ was HERE.
Yes, we kissed in the top of the tower…
Me and Sir English, not me and Wolverine.

Outside Casa Loma

After our Casa Loma visit which highlights were kissing sessions in the tower, underground passage, staterooms, and various other locals within the property, for lunch we fittingly returned downtown to ‘Queen Mother Cafe’ where we had been a couple of nights before. It was no surprise after we finished eating that both of us  scoured the display case for cake, as their supplier was the infamous Dufflet’s… maker of the ‘magic chocolate cake’ we had eaten a day earlier. As there wasn’t any of the same,  we opted to select and share another…

SE: This isn’t like the one we had the other day.

CM: No, but it’s still quite good. This one is lighter, the other was so rich… There was something in that cake, it was intoxicating. Magic cake. *smiles*

SE: Yes, it could make one behave in VERY strange ways.

I thought this only happened in the movies.

CM: Yes, indeed.

SE: *smiles*  For example,  if I had eaten a piece of THAT cake just now, I would have had to throw you on this very table – even infront of all these other restaurant patrons, and ravage you over, and over again until you were begging for more.

CM: *slowly leans over the table looking Sir English dead in the eyes*…

I    never   beg.

*Sir English turns 3 shades of red, and much laughter ensues.*