He removed his sunglasses and rested them in the neck of his "Cal does it best" T-Shirt, self promotion yes, was he ashamed of this? No way Cal was his greatest promoter. Basking in the sun Cal looked around the parking lot and wondered where the talent was, wrestling talent? No, Toronto had a reputation for producing hot blondes, but Cal saw none. Maybe they needed a few moments to realize that the self confessed chick magnet was here?
"So this is Toronto, not much eh?"
Cal pointed the key fob at his amazing car and locked it as he began to walk, and look around for his first girl... *cough* Fuck *cough* never the less where were all of the girls, all Cal could see was guys he made his way toward a mall, gotta have chicks in there right?
"Heyo, how you doing?"
Cal says has he sees a hot brunette about a buck fifteen and not taller than him, always a bonus when you are 5' 8"
"Get lost jerk"
"Can't a New Yorker get some love, ya fricking dyke"
Cal's answer to any girl who rejected him, automatically they were lesbians to him. Typical jerk of him really, Cal entered the mall and looked around
"Dear diary... JACKPOT"
Wall to wall girls now this was what he was looking for...