I moved from California to Nova Scotia in November. Although I was originally raised here, I moved to the States when I was twelve years old and spent the last sixteen years in the San Francisco Bay area. I recently experienced a rather rough few years. My life crumbled to pieces and I had to return to family in order to rebuild.
I'm involved in a serious long-distance relationship that's about to blossom into something wonderful, so I'm not looking for anything romantic. Also, I'm not going to have a threesome with you and your wife, but thanks for the offer.
I don't know a soul around these parts. My closest comrade at the moment is a teddy bear named Boo. I sense I may be getting a little too emotionally involved, and it's time to branch out before things sour. Just think about how you'll be the envy of all your peers for being edgy and hip enough to associate with a heavily tattooed transexual. The public appearances alone will cause you to be renowned within the community. Don't squander this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Carpe diem, people of Truro... carpe diem.