I (42m) and my partner (40f) have been noticing something quite peculiar and sinister happening in the land of Van Coo Vare. She, a transplant from the part of the country where French is still spoke outside of stuffy classrooms, has found forming friendship rather spotty. People who speak Quebecois French in our Anglophone dominated lands are few and even if she deems to befriend an Anglophone (le gasp!) they dare to flake on on her and be unreliable as koodoo cell service in downtown.
I have a different issue. I grew up in Vancouver and have a close knit of friends from elementary school. There are times when our partners think we share a brain and there time when we actually do. I have grudgingly shared with my friends with my Quebecois partner (as someone from BC, I am used to that), but they too are disappearing. It started happening when bellies started swelling and suddenly, like by some sinister surprise, little tiny versions of themselves manifested and started consuming their time, resources and very essence.
We are simple folk. We wander in mountain paths to stave off the mid section jiggle. We travel two wheels in open rebellion to the soaring petrol and parking prices and we sip wine to taste a different time and place.
I have shaken the Reddit tree once before. I have shaken the tree to find Dnd'ers for my party and it had bore fruit! (Some spoiled but some were...ok). Now I shake the tree once more and light the beacons and call for aid!
Couples who will wander the mountains with us! Couples who have the relative reliability of a Telus plan! Couples who hail from the east Vancouver area! .... Couples who are no insane Maga nutjobs! (You really have to put that out there now. Yeah, even in Vancouver). Heed my call! Come join us for our boring Vancouver adventures if you be bold!