Back in the day when Dubya was still Prez, I often took off to the Great White North in search of a spouse and liberation from the Bush Regime (plus, I kinda like Poutine). Then I found this online personals site developed by some of our benevolent northerly neighbors designed specifically for single liberal folk just like me. Needless to say, I finally decided to stick it out and fight the good fight here on the home front.
And now, even though we have the hottest Prez in history, I no longer seek liberation (universal health care, maybe). But boy oh boy, I'm still drawn to those Canucks based on their hotness alone (especially the ones on bicycles).
And in Vancouver, they abound.
Contemplating his beauty on the Sea Wall.
Making connections on Robson Street.
Ah, those West End Boys can call me anytime!
I debated jumping off my bike and curling up next to him.
This gent is actually the Bike Man Ben of Vancouver. He offers mobile bike repair. Forgive his fluorescent jacket. It started pouring down rain shortly after this pic was snapped. At least he matches his tires.