Vancouver is Blogging Time

well, here I am. I suppose you are all wondering about the answers to two questions. The first, of course, is "when is Peter Going to blog about that new steady flame of his. seriously, he's been dating her for two weeks already!" the second question is, "what am I doing checking Peter's blog when he hasn't written a new post for more than 14 months?!" So, to all of you diligent readers, I want to thank you primarily for your loyalty, checking my blog religiously every week, despite so many disapointing consecutive weeks, and secondly, for your patience in waiting for some solid girlfriend information. I know the rumour mill has been churning out some serious gossip flour, and it's time for me to bake that flour into a cinnamon bun of sweet truth story. mmmmmmm, delicious bun of truth. So, we met one fateful evening, just after David and Kate had told me that she was so far out of my league, that I couldn't afford cheap seats to watch her practice. And even if I could afford the seats I'd have to travel to New York to watch her because that's the only city that has a team that can afford the millions of millions of dollars required to lure her out of free agency into a steady contract. I actually eventually did make the trip, but I spilled buttery popcorn on my only expensive suit bought for the purpose of finding a wife, and I had to rush immediately to the dry cleaners. Candice hit a home run in that game, and tripple deeked the shortstop on her way to the basket for a grand slam double double, and they flew her to the moon for a lunar induction into the galactic hall of fame for interstellar calibre athletes. she was unreachable for weeks!
Sorry for that tangent. Anyways, as I was saying, later that evening I shot myself in the foot with a nailgun, Ran into candice, and started a conversation on construction safety. Coincidentally, It was her thesis topic, and she asked if i would mind hanging out with her for several hours to discuss my near-life framing experiences. I agreed, and we began to see each other twice a day. We quicky racked up the hours, and began to fall in like. I met her brother-in-law who recomended Candice as a potential future marriage partner, due to how good looking her mother is (apparently an excellent indication for future good-lookingness of a daughter). I began to take things seriously, and brought her to vancouver to meet my sister. Now that her approval has been obtained, I only need to don my new pink shirt and tie, displaying my confidence in my own masculinity, to complete the wooing process. Fraser, keep your pocket-book ready!