Hi! I'm Pat.

Briefly, I'm a Communications grad from Ottawa U, now working for the government as a pretty-website maker. That's not my official title, but it sounds so much more fun that way. I have several interests, many of which are conveniently listed above, but most recently photography has really been my real passion.

I'm on this website looking for new friends who don't mind taking the getting-to-know-you process slow, becoming friends and seeing what happens from there.

So if you're up for a coffee, concert, museum visit, walk on a (sunny or rainy) day, or any number of other activities that are not too awkward but just awkward enough, say hi.

That's a wrap.

Well I guess a first meeting could go something like this:

I would show up at the coffee shop a few minutes earlier then planned, get a coffee, and pick up whatever newspaper I could find, probably the Ottawa Xpress. I would then make an attempt to look casual, but end up reading the same page over three or four times in a row as I periodically glancing to the door to see if you had come in.

I'd check the time and see that you were a few minutes late and feign disappointment all the while secretly relaxing slightly at the thought that you might not show up. I would tell myself that I'd wait around for another 15 minutes before packing up and heading home.

You would then walk in and look around for the tall guy wearing the . Our eyes would meet and you would smile politely. I would smile back and say "Hello, . I'm Pat." We would exchange pleasantries and I would offer to buy you a drink. You would accept and get settled down as I waited in line for your white mocha latté with a whisper of mint and low-fat cream.

You would sit at the table thinking to yourself: “Holy crap. How did I get myself into this again? Well… at least he’s cute…” I'd get back to the table and we'd chat nervously for a couple of minutes until the awkwardness faded slightly and we actually fell into a real conversation.

Our conversation would last about an hour until we realized our drinks had been empty for the last twenty minutes. I would ask you if you wanted another and you’d say “No thanks, I’m good”. You’d suggest going for a walk because of how beautiful it is outside and I would agree.

We would hear sirens coming from a few blocks away and decide to walk over and see what was going on. When we arrived and a bystander would tell us that a pet store has caught on fire and that the fire fighters had managed to rescue all the animals except for a kitten that had climbed out to the third floor window ledge of the flaming building. You would remove your jacket and ask me to hold it. Nimbly, you would climb to the top of an adjacent tree and pull the kitten to safety. The crowd would erupt into cheers and you make your way down to the side walk. You would take back your jacket with a cool “Thanks.”, and we’d continue on our walk.

I would be in the middle of complimenting your tree climbing when I suddenly took off. You would notice an elderly woman was crossing the street on the green lights an enormous truck barrelling around the corner. The truck driver would notice the women and pull his air-horn; it would be too late for him to stop. You would notice that I had run into the street in an attempt to rescue the woman. The truck would be only of a few yards away by the time I reached the would-be-victim. An enormous dust cloud would kick up as the truck slammed on its breaks. As the dust cleared you would notice the shadow of a figured moving towards you. I would say “Sorry about the interrupting” and resume complimenting you