My new found pastime of texting with my Toronto sweetie is eliciting much info about her that is totally new to me; e.g. her passion for horses. She regularly visits a stable outside of Toronto for recreational rides with her favourite horse at the stable, a gentle 8 year old gelding called Bitz. Sweetie goes all gooey and gushy when she tells me of the treats she feeds Bitz and how much Bitz loves her.
It is a no-brainer to understand females' infatuation with riding horses. Warm, live flesh rippling against their groins as they straddle the noble animals. Do you think many women have the Big O when they ride a horse bareback?
I have no sentimentality about horses at all. In fact, I even like to eat horse meat. Whenever I am in Europe (as I am now) I actively seek out restaurants serving this fine meat. I recently had the best horse meal of my life, a wicked piece of horse tenderloin. It is much more flavourful than beef tenderloin and leaner, but just as tender. The only place in North America where I have found horse meat sold in restaurants is Montreal.
I am thinking that it will not serve me well with Toronto sweetie if I told her how tasty Bitz would be if he were served on my plate with sauce bearnaise accompanied by a nice bottle of Bordeaux.


Hey Art, how would you like it if you went to an ASM and the Korean masseuse told you how much she liked eating dog? :)