MTL Reloading
Mike provides an update on his transition back to Montreal, ranging from the state of his unfurnished apartment to his professional contentment. He reflects on recent social and romantic explorations in the city, describing his constellation of preferences among men.
Good morning! I’m coming to you from my rather sad apartment in Montreal. It’s sad because it isn't furnished or properly arranged yet; it’s more of a "lily pad" that I just land on for a second before jumping away. I haven’t had time to make it a palace.
Hi, Jonathan! Jonathan is live from Israel, making this a transcontinental broadcast. Feel free to ask questions while I "spill some tea" on my last few weeks here.
My place is still very much a work in progress. There is still shit in boxes, and over here is my smoking and wine corner. I am actually looking for a roommate starting anytime now, preferably in the Vendôme area.
Work has been good. I’m currently in a "honeymoon period" where I still enjoy the work, so I don't even mind doing some chill, relaxing work stuff over the weekend. I really love the people I work with; they are mostly young, and a few of them even came out to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race with me on Thursday.
It’s great to have that social networking with colleagues. I used to be paranoid about coworkers knowing I smoke weed, but since my current job has no policy against it, I don't have to "closet" what I do at home. It allows me to be much more open and transparent.
I went on a proper date Friday with a Québécois boy. He’s a bodybuilder type but a total gentleman—the kind of guy who holds the door open for you. He’s a bit of a "nerdy boy," so I took him to a board game place.
I was looking for a place in Montreal similar to Kingmakers in Columbus, which is a cool basement board game parlor in the Short North. I found a place on St. Denis Street called Randolph, and it was amazing. It had a proper "resto-bar" setup with real food.
The staff helped us pick out a simple Asian-based checkers game with colored pegs. I kicked his ass at first, but he eventually figured out the strategy. I think board games are great for first dates because you see how people think—whether they are collaborative, competitive, or the type to "stab you in the back."
I also met an American boy at Cocktail Bar during Drag Race night. He’s traveled around the States and was most recently in San Diego. There is a lot of physical/sexual tension between us, but we were both "good girls" and practiced restraint, which is refreshing.
Regarding my "type," people often ask me that, and it can lead to dry conversations on apps like Grinder or Scruff. Here is my current "constellation" of boys:
Boy A: Husky country boy from Quebec
Boy B: Tall, big gym guy who is Eastern European (possibly Russian or Kazakhstani)
Boy C: Another Québécois guy, but from a rural area. He is slightly broader and taller than me, so he fits like a glove.
I’ve noticed all three are white. I haven't seen any black guys in a while. To be unfiltered, I'm picky; I tend to like "all-American" black guys, which Columbus excels in. The black men in Montreal tend to be more African, and that just hasn't been my type lately.
We all have "types," whether we admit it or not. It’s just a matter of how much we explore "amongst the stars." I’m going to get back to my task list now. Enjoy your Sunday morning!
