Toronto, My Kinda town...

I really am becoming fond of Frank Sinatra. I have been totally digging jazz lately. I don't know what it is, but I seem to have gotten over the idea that it is lame music. I realize it is probably because a) my parents never listened to jazz and b) DW and DC are jazz guys and have been schooling me on it. I always liked Frank Sinatra though - of course, his Mafia ties doesn't hurt his image for me. He also looks like he was a bit of a prick. I seem to attract to these sorts. Plus the voice that commands your attention doesn't hurt either.

Have seen a few of the boys around lately. There was the dinner/drinking on a patio event down at the Red Lion last week. Great night. The Jerk and I started off the night together, debating on inviting anyone ... Then deciding against it. We missed each other - and we got to caught up. Then DW called - and he was in the hood. So he came on by, then Bookworm called - so he joined as well. Then the Jerk decided to call Titanium back, and invite him. It was great hanging out with a bunch of boys... Especially when they are drunk on Guinness, and I am drinking martinis.

It was a great night - they mocked each other and I took video with my camera which was entertaining as they all thought I was taking pictures...

Since the patio is only a couple blocks from my house, I refused Titanium's ride home ( besides the other 4 were riding...That is too much boy for one car!).

I walked along, listening to a little Gnarls and enjoying the euphoria from the drinks and boy smell in me. It was a good night and a good little walk home. All was well. Or so I thought.

I noticed some guy jaywalk across the street ahead of me and immediately became guarded. You have to when you live in the city, and am a girl, and it is night, and it is my neighbourhood. It is seriously a case of good block bad block. Then man stared at me as I passed him, but didn't approach me at all. Phew. Not in the mood for whatever he was up to... Martinis or not.

A couple blocks later, I am walking past my work. Did I mention that I live across the street from my Job? Fabulous option if you ever get the chance. I am pleased to nearly be home, as I am suddenly tired. Perhaps the drink has stolen my energy?

I start to cross the roundabout when I feel something on my arm. I look, and it is the dirty shirt man from a couple blocks back. And his arm is on my person.
First of all, I don't like to be touched a whole lot, by even my closest friends, but this grubby guy? I won't have any of that.
I immediately go into defense mode. I whip my arm out in a way to shake him off, and end up kinda slapping his chest with my fist... kinda like the "clothesline" move of wresting. It didn't do much except push him back a bit...
I booted over to the closest door and used my access card and zipped into Rogers. Safe!
I turned and looked at the man, who was still around. He just lifted his arms up as if to say "what the hell lady"!!

I am more than sure that he wasn't in the market for a smoke or change, you don't follow someone for two blocks to ask for a dollar.
So that leaves a mugging or sex. I am pretty sure that no one wants to mug me. I am tall for a girl and huge to boot. I can't run fast, but heaven help you if I can reach you.. Especially when you want to steal something from me. I won't have it!

So really, he probably wanted to proposition me somehow. I bet he was surprised when I reacted so quickly and scooted into the nearest door. Who woulda thunk I worked there?
Of course, would I walk home drunk again in the city? Yes I would. Toronto hasn't let me down. It's my kind of town ( to quote Frankie baby). When I told the boys my story, only one suggested that maybe I shouldn't have walked alone, and really in the company of 4 boys -you would think...
Typical though. In so many ways, I am the invisible girl. A boy without the equipment...

And that was my night with the boys.

DW was looking so hot that night. (Don't love him, but appreciate his fine form these days).

Be safe!!