Canadian on FIRE!

Working in an Art Museum often has great benefits but besides the obvious, sometime the nice things to look at aren't always on the walls. Sometime, they come walking through the doors. Today was one of those special events when what walked passed was more intriguing to look at than what stares at you from high off the walls.

With a French accent, he road his motorcycle directly from Montreal Canada. I parked behind it wondering how the mysterious black machine made its way from Quebec, by wheels or wings. He walked with confidence and magnetic attraction. His very shapely gluteus maximus made its presence known through the Khaki cargo shorts that made me smile and my eyes splurge. I wondered how long I should allow him to look at the art on the walls before it would be almost appropriate for me to interrupt with my impervious intentions to learn more about him. Okay, I think twenty minutes would be acceptable.

All I know so far is that he is from Canada (and that's not too impressive), he rides a motor cycle, and he likes jazz music. Okay, I can work with those things for my intention. He was looking at a photo of Frida Kahlo. I slowly approached him looking at the art photo, "Frida Kahlo, are you a fan of her work?" I asked. Quietly he said, "Yes." We talked briefly about why he was here in Oshkosh and he wanted to see the Packers play, blah, blah, blah, he said something after that. Kinda lost him when the Packers were mentioned. Then, remembering he likes jazz music, I by coincidence, mention to him that there is a jazz band playing tonight at one of the pubs down town. "Oh, that sound interesting." He said looking me in the eyes on my face that refused to stop pouring over him. He asked the details of the time and place. After I gave it to him, he smiled and said, "Maybe we can just meet there." Oh yeah! Hook, line, and sinker!

Later that evening at the pub, we met up and I was ready for a dream tryst but instead, I got a surprise, not a dream tryst. Just exactly the opposite of what I was hoping for. PISSER!
Sometimes you go for the looks and sexual attraction of a person only to be disappointed by the fact their personality sucks. Not to mention that he did not converse well. Normally a conversation has a sender and a receiver where they each take turns in the action. Not in this case. I started the conversation, Me: "How has your journey been?" Him: "Fine, saw some interesting things" Me: "Where do you work?" Him: "I'm a fire fighter." My mind: oohhh Sexy!
Me: "Do you like doing that for work?" Him: "Yes." Me: Have you been in Montreal your whole life?" Him: "Yes." LA DAH DEE DAH DEE DEE DE DAH..... That is about how the conversation went. I gave up on trying to talk with him and pretended to listen to the music. But really I was undressing him in my mind. Then I dressed him up in his fire fighter uniform, then undressed him again, and again, and again, and again, and again..........