I did not come home from The Games with the Canadian Love Interest I hoped for. Options abound, but luck would not have it. Not to mention the uber attractive police force was most likely off limits, the hockey teams were busy being hockey players and that Norwegian curler was preparing for his gold medal match against the home team. But my favorite option that week sat close to Suz and I as we snacked on wheatberry salad and curry samosas at Urban Fare. Unfortunately for me it was post bike ride, which meant slightly damp helmut hair, red cheeks and tennis shoes, ingredients not likely to win over an international man of mystery.
Plus, that would've meant another gold for Team Canada had I been so lucky...
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