What follows is an excerpt form my story of traveling up to Montreal in September of 2014 (access the entire story here).
I thought it fitting to share in the midst of all the hubub going on with our goofy Northern neighbors right now.
Montreal is one of my top three favorite cities in North America (New York and New Orleans are the others). The women are beautiful, friendly, open sexually…and once again…the French-Canadian girls are beautiful.
It is a highly feminized city, like Seattle and Austin, but that makes seducing the girls much easier. When you act like a man, aren’t afraid to step up and say hello and lead the interaction, the girls swoon. And there are still plenty of sweet and feminine women to be found in town.
I had a blast when I was up there and plan on taking another trip up this fall.
The girl I did end up having a very satisfying fling with looked just like this:
Our short time together was immensely satisfying and I describe it in great detail in the story. I spent a lot of time on the McGill campus hitting on girls and using my camera to capture how cute they were, and I explored a lot of the city by bike. It was a very successful trip overall.
But there was one little episode that happened where some girls who had been brainwashed by feminism were involved. This is a small part of my Montreal adventure, get full access to it by clicking here….enjoy.
An excerpt from Montreal, Je t’aime
I went back down to St. Laurent, wandered the streets, lit a cigar and came across three University types sitting on the sidewalk.
One was very sassy, the queen bee of the group and she really wanted to write something clever. She was taking a while thinking of something and I made fun of her, told her “come on, you aren’t getting a grade for it.”
I asked what it was that was making all their underwear so dirty and we talked about wet pussies while laughing.
They told me to come up to Apartment 200 with them and I said I might meet them there in a bit.
As I finished talking to them, a group of three blonde girls approached just as I turned around.
One looked me up and down and said “I love the way you’re dressed, its so fancy” and she touched my necklace. I told her she didn’t look so bad herself and tapped her chin.
The other two blondes coo’ed at us like pigeons and asked what I was doing. I told them about the photos.
The girls then claimed to be lesbian.
I said “No you’re not” and they laughed and protested.
Since their response to what they wished would happen tonight was Pussy and Cigars, i decided to fuck around.
There couldn’t have been a bigger green light since my cigar was still smoking out of the corner of my mouth. I viewed it as another invite to a three-possibly-foursome.
I told them this and stepped to the blonde who had complimented my clothes (the girl on the right). I got close to her face and said “look me in the eye and say you are a lesbian”.
She looked down.
I tapped her chin up and said, “look at you, you are attracted to me and can’t hide it”. And kissed her.
The two others came over and started a commotion. I told them to prove their sexuality by giving each other real passionate kisses.
They couldn’t do it and just played around.
While I did this and took photos, the queen bee University girl from moments before started yelling and pointing at me.
“Patriarchy, He’s the Patriarchy!!”
I told her to shut the fuck up and then all three University girls started yelling in unison.
“Patriarchy! That’s the Patriarchy! Pig!!!”
I put my arms in the air and said “Yes, I am evil because I love beautiful women and love using my cock!” And I blew smoke over the three girls.
They continued with the Patriarchy screams (this time they included the word “Pervert”) and then I yelled to the world:
“I’m going to kiss and fuck all of you beautiful women, this Patriarchy is for everyone!” And I stepped back over to the blondes.
The blondes started yelling at the University girls and I kept saying
“Feel my cock, hear this pervert roar!”
I tried pulling the blonde girls down the street with me but everyone was too frazzled and I’m pretty sure they thought I was crazy and they wouldn’t come.
I gave the three Uni-girls a big middle finger as I walked past them and went down the street to the smoke shop and bought another cigar.
I spent the rest of the night walking around smoking and then finally went to bed after the last ashes dropped on to the pavement.
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Yes those University girls were completely obnoxious and got filled with rage and jealousy when they saw me flirting and kissing the blondes. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned—especially women who expected you to come meet them at a club but then you end up kissing other girls right in front of them and trying to arrange some group sex.
I thought it was absolutely hilarious that they reverted to calling me ‘The Patriarchy’ and played along with it. It showed how shallow their view of feminism was and reduced them to laughing stocks.
And that’s what has happened to Canada with this feminist fueled fiasco going on over Roosh right now. The entire country has proved itself a laughing stock. Its performance art at its finest and I love it.
Even though I don’t agree with much of what Roosh says and does, I support freedom of expression 100% Its an artists job to entertain all points of view, have the ability to filter out the bullshit and then express their conclusions.
When ideas are censored, voices are silenced, and books are burned, it’s a flaming red flag for the culture. Something is off when people become hysterical over opinions they do not agree with.
I’m looking forward to visiting Montreal again next month. Hopefully I don’t get mistaken for the most hated man in Canada and am able to hit on women with freedom.