Picnic at Parc Mont Royal

Today, April 2, 2006, I went to a picnic organized by the Queer Union in Parc Mont Royal. Roman was there, and I went. Roman's social plans do not dictate the lack thereof for me.

And things were good. I didn't feel like crying, he was just a friend, and he walked me home after. We hugged, but I didn't feel like crying. He told me he didn't understand why I was hurting, and after thinking a while, so that I don't choose nasty words, I told him that "I don't wish this upon you, but one day, you may experience what I felt." I went on to say that, "I've been in the community longer than you have, and the longer you are in the community, the more you realize that there are not too many quality men." I didn't tell him the part where I am a quality man looking for another quality man.

This also made me think, I realize that he's new to the queer community, and he doesn't know about gay dating (or lack thereof). I also realized that if you're not willing to open your heart to get hurt, then you can truly never love. It's because I take risks, and I am willing to show individuals my heart that I get hurt, and one day, I will find Prince Charming.

Toads (too many to count), Princes 0. But one day, it'll be Princes 1.