Your story reminds me of the day I met my boyfriend. I had volunteered to work with a nonprofit organization, and was being picked up to go to my first meeting. When the car pulled up, I opened the rear, driver's side door and slid inside. There were two other individuals in the car and the driver turned to make introductions. Before he could do so, however, the man sitting next to me reached over and squeezed my thigh. Startled, I glanced at him and blurted out, "You must think that I'm gay!"

A mischievous grin spread across a dark, handsome face and he replied, "I don' really care!" That was over twenty years ago and we continue to make each other laugh.

Canada is a vast and beautiful country, and whatever comes of your week with your new friend, you will no doubt return home with a backpack full of positive memories. Best wishes to both you and Mario.