One of these days I mean to visit Toronto, because until recently I had heard nothing but rave reviews of this sparkling, multicultural cosmopolis. My parents visited Toronto when I was a teenager. They returned with a beautiful Indian scarf for me (which I still cherish) and praise for the sophistication and civility of its residents. A friend of mine used to date a Canadian lad. Unfortunately, when he sold his Toronto condo and moved to Edmonton, she kind of lost interest...
The only person I've run across to say a disparaging word about Toronto was Roosh, who had a recent, spectacularly unsuccessful weekend there, unable to persuade one single lady to return to his hotel room for a sip of flavored vodka. (I know, flavored vodka? Blecchh. But apparently that's what all the cool club kids are drinking.)
Apparently, he is still stinging from his defeat.
Roosh was offended by a young Toronto lass' words in response to his negativity about "game" in Toronto. (Read her entire post; it's quite funny.)
Roosh observed that "Girls are more excited about getting late night food than having sex."
Emilia: "Could not agree more. Everytime my friends and I heard the song “Gasolina” we changed the lyrics to “Pizzaiola”. The Diana. The Americana. OOOOOhhhh Vittoria. No sex beats a late night slice."
This made me chuckle. It also made me recall the great Southern wit Florence King, who once wrote, "I've had sex and I've had food. And I'd rather eat." Never were truer words spoken. And the older a woman gets, the truer they become. Which explains Food Porn and my own ever-expanding waistline.
Roosh also wrote that "Girls [in Toronto] cock block more than anywhere else in the world.
Emilia responds: "Girls don’t cock block. If a girl wanted to fuck you,
she’d fuck you. Even with seven of her friends yelling at her to stop,
she will proceed with no caution. I’ve literally had to owe my friends
money for sleeping with people they hate. I’ve had friends run out of
cabs and go back to people they were dragged from."
I nod my head vigorously in agreement. I hate to tell you how many guys I had sex with that my girlfriends warned me about. (Did I listen? Never! Were they right? Always!)
I'll admit that due to my advanced age, the term "cock blocking" is new to me. Back in the day, we just called it "being a good friend."
Roosh also complains, "Buy a girl drinks or she loses interest."
Emilia says, "I don’t know
how to say this without sounding shallow but here’s the truth: whatever
you’re talking about, we don’t care. Something about sports, something
about your job, maybe you have a dog, we don’t give a shit. Less talkee,
I mean really, Roosh (and his lame-ass followers): Do you expect intelligent, attractive young women to fuck you stone cold sober? Men like you should fucking worship at the shrine of Dionysius.
Anyway, I guess Roosh has declared Toronto off-limits to his acolytes, which is nothing but good news for the ladies of Toronto.