Oh, Canada!
Folks, if the formatting has gone to hell in the transition, my apologies… July 1st. Molly Malone’s Irish pub, Helsinki. I was there with someone I had met on msn – we were (are) both in our (then early) 40s. We met at 5p.m. on Dubliner’s terrace in Kaivopiha after having been chatting for a few weeks on the ‘net. Although sex hadn’t been mentioned during our conversations it felt like both of us knew exactly what we wanted without even saying it. By the time the band started its last set at about 1a.m. we were trying to swallow one another’s tongues, only stopping to come up for air and a drink from time to time, and our hands were wandering on and under clothing. Like I said, we both knew what we wanted. …