Altitude - Casino de Mont-Tremblant Restaurant - Mont ...

I've had to work the graveyard in Montreal all throughout over Christmas and New Year's. A couple of days before leaving, you liked my profile on OKC and sent me a message. I saw you as a fling, a one night stand, someone to stave off the cabin fever of having to work alone for 14-hour days. I wrote back stating that I would be in town and my intentions, but you said you'd try to change my mind.
You met me at my hotel on the 23rd. We hit up a vegan restaurant, walked around the city, and stopped for coffee. We went back to my hotel room, watched bad talk shows, and you cradle my head as I fall asleep in your arms. I have never felt that close to someone without being intimate with them. I had to go to work at 11pm. It was the night of the ice storm, and conditions were too bad for a commute. I offer my hotel room, a little worried that you might trash it, raid the mini-bar, or rack up a huge PPV bill. My fears were unfounded when I come back at noon, you had already left, the mini-bar intact, and no charges to my bill.
The next time I saw you was on the 26th, after I was done with work at noon and had to catch a flight home at 4pm. You brought me a sunflower, because somehow I let it slip that it was my favorite flower. We hit up another vegan restaurant for lunch and even though I profusely declined, you insist on giving me a ride to the airport, because you wanted to spend even a couple more hours with me.
I had to be back to work through the New Year's holidays as well. I call up work and change my travel plans. I drive up there a day early on the 30th so that we could spend a day on a real date. We met up for lunch, followed by a visit to the Science Center. You had to teach a class from 6-7 so I head back to check into my hotel. After we had dinner, watched a movie, and hit up the casino after, since it's the only thing that's opened after midnight on a Monday. We get back to my hotel room at 3am. Exhausted from the 5-hour drive up and spending the entire day out, I had the intention of saying goodbye and going to sleep, but you keep dawdling, insisting that you see me straight to my room.
By the time we reach my room, you grab me, start kiss me, peel off my winter clothes layer by layer and we make love that night. I wake up the next morning to your smile, and breakfast in bed from room service. We spend the rest of the day cuddling until you had to leave by 3 to teach a class, and I had to get some sleep for work. That night as the countdown began, I wish that you were there for me to kiss.
We have lunch again on New Year's Day after work and walk around Vieux-Port, I told you that I didn't have much time to spend with you because I had to sleep in order to be back at work that night. You say that you don't have much going on that day anyway. You accompany me to my hotel room again and sat beside me, chatting until I pass out. I wake up at 9pm and you were not there assuming that you were annoyed that I had fallen asleep and start freaking out. I was about to order room service for dinner, when you show up at my door, and drop off a vegan pizza that you cooked yourself and even a packed lunch for work.
We meet up the next day after work, and I drive an hour up to ski in Mont Tremblant. I try to teach you how to ski, but you fall on your bum a few times. It's 40 below, and after a couple of hours of trying to warm up in the weather, we give up, get hot cocoas, snuggle by the fire in the lodge, and talk about where things are headed. You reveal that you're a redditor too and know my username. I say it's fine as I have nothing to hide. You tell me that you never want to keep dating long distance, but you do not want to leave Montréal and hoped that I would move there in the long run. I have no answer at that point and deflect by changing the subject.
From the mountain, we head to the casino again for dinner, since that is where you parked your car. I can see that you are annoyed at me for making you ski in such cold weather, and for not being able to give you an answer. After dinner, you retreat alone to the slot machines while I play the table games. We hug goodbye and leave separately, and I go back to my hotel room thinking that it is the last time I'll see you, angry at myself for ending things on a sour note.
At 2am there's a knock on my door, and you're there as I opened it. You said that you'd miss me and apologize for not saying a proper goodbye. You say that you behaved that way because you were going to miss me, and you once again pull my face to yours and kiss me again. I make it clear that I never want to move to Montréal. You tell me at least we have tonight. We make love that night again and you fall asleep in my arms. While it is still dark outside, I stealthily check out at 6am the next morning to get a headstart on the drive back. You are still asleep and I leave instructions with the front desk not to disturb the room until the actual checkout time at noon.
I like how you're my age and looking to settle. I love how we are both vegetarians and pretty much hit up every vegetarian restaurant in the city. I love running my fingers through the tangles of your long, flowing hair. I like the slighted lilt of your voice. I love how you are so confident about your body. I love how much you care for me. I love how you pull my face up to yours when you kiss me. I love how you're ticklish and giggle when I kiss your abs. And I love how you squeal when you're writhing in ecstasy.
It has been 8 hours since I left, and I have yet to hear from you. I guess you were mad that I left without saying goodbye, but you know that you would have made it hard for me to leave. Hopefully you will read this story and understand where I'm coming from. What we had was nice, but I'm too old and too tired to waste time on a long distance relationship. I never want to move to Montréal just as you never want to leave it. I have built a life back home and I don't want to have to drive 300 miles every time I want to see you. We had a good five days together. I am glad that you want to still be in my life and that we'll still be friends. I will be back in the summer if you are still single, but I don't think someone like you would be for long. You were right, you did change my mind, but my heart will never be in Montréal .