I was going to the bank in the morning and saw some bloke sitting outside CIBC at around 9am in the morning. Seeing as there wasn’t much business for him, I bought him tea, gave him $15 in change and paid him $20 to sing me a song.

Austin was travelling west to get to central British Columbia. One of the nicest guys I’ve met in a long time – a lot nicer than most people in this town.

Austin – when you read this, send me a way to contact you through my contact form here…

I was amazed at the amount of freedom that came with knowing who one of my former girlfriends is in a relationship with.

Upon asking a few people about him it turns out he’s not a bad guy, but according to two separate people he’s a major pot head who smokes weed all the time.   I may have had a lot of flaws like putting my job before my girlfriend, or when I was angry myself being blind to the hurt and frustration she had – but at least I’m not on something.   I guess we all have our flaws.

It did irritate me and hurt a little bit when one of my former girlfriends said that I’m a mean person. I can say mean things in the heat of passion, but I don’t set out to hurt anyone purposely.   I don’t think I’m mean – it struck me as rather ironic someone being mean by telling me I’m mean.   I suspect that she didn’t think I was mean when we were together (unless she confused rude with mean).

Finding out who he was bothered me as I was directly lied to (as opposed to not answering, or being economical with the truth), but it’s still an awesome thing being in the know.

Now that I know who he is – I’m free.   I’m no longer wondering if she left me for a woman abusing drunk, or a crack dealer.   Life goes on with freedom and laughter.

I always had a pretty accurate idea as to why I love knockers. Tits are awesome. So I did a little bit of internet research and found out that the male obsession with women’s breasts is bang on what I thought.

Men find breasts calming

In a linear world full of hard edges and harder realities, breasts are soft, welcoming and non-threatening . With their obvious connection to breast-feeding, and by extension childhood, breasts remind us of our halcyon days when our mothers protected us from all the world’s evils.

Breasts are a symbol of fertility

A-cup or Z-cup, breasts define femininity in the same way that channel surfing and participating in fantasy sports leagues define masculinity. Breasts hint at a woman’s ability to nurture and sustain life. They also point to a woman’s capacity to breed, as they signal the onset of puberty. It’s for this reason that we can find Pamela Anderson’s breasts alluring while we can be disgusted by Ned Beatty’s floppy man tits in Deliverance (sorry Ned).

It’s a matter of natural selection

According to Charles Darwin and his theory of evolution, we subconsciously select partners who are healthy and appear capable of reproduction — all of which explains why the frail Darwin had so much time to write books rather than go out on dates.

According to his research, men are attracted to bazooms (especially the more shapely variety) because they are indicative of a strong constitution and an ability to further propagate the species. Although reproduction is no longer our top priority, this instinct remains despite centuries of evolution (much like our own nipples).

So there we have it ladies… it’s a natural thing when we stare at your tits.   Don’t take it personal, don’t get uppity, don’t get stuck up, don’t get offended.   Just realise we are only doing what comes instinctively.   We can’t help it if we happen to like acting instinctively

After two years of dicking around, I finally filed the necessary papers with Citizenship and Immigration Canada.   The form was surprisingly short and the application cost $200… along with the $15 to get two Immigration photos done   ( which have different specifications from passport photos).

The process is going to take a while… and there’s a document called ‘Discover Canada: the Rights and Responsibilities’ which I’m supposed to study about Canadian history, values, rights and responsibilities of citizenship etc.   Then I’ll take a citizenship test and take an oath before a citizenship judge.   If I flunk the test I’ll have an interview with a citizenship judge.   Guess I got a lot of studying to do.

So by this time next year… I really will be Canadian.   Holy cow eh?

I kinda lost the motivation to blog for the last little while. I’m blogging now because I’m nowhere near to going to sleep, and I have to get up in two hours anyway.

Just as I was feeling completely sick of working for myself, my previous boss called me and offered me my old job back and I accepted which was convenient and good for both of us. So I’m back at Overdrive slogging my guts out every day, working from home and building awesome websites. Not having to worry about work hours or schedules is brilliantly refreshing.

After 25 years I now officially have a girlfriend. I’m in a relationship for once, and not just shagging some bird and then getting ditched. My lady’s name is Sam and she’s delightfully kindhearted and easy to get along with (most of the time). I’ve got high hopes for us.

I ordered Seasons 1-7 of the tv series from England called ‘Spooks’. All I will say is… I do not regret it at all!

Band of Brothers ROCKS!