Collected mementoes in the Toronto Star

Just a short post to provide a link to my Toronto Star article on objects left-over from previous relationships.

I suppose there is some irony here. Several ironies, in fact. First, see my previous post on Leah McLaren. The article is, dare I say it, McLaren-esque.

Also ironic, the day that the article is published, Katia (my ex-wife) and I both get letters from Revenue Canada auditing our marital status. Yes, you can have your marital status audited. There is a form to fill out and you have to provide proof of where you lived. I am considering photocopying the Star article and sending it in as "supporting material." Katia just wrote a letter to some guy with whom she bought a canoe (talk about objects left over...). That letter may also be included in the audit package.

The third irony, or maybe it is just a coincidence, or an amusing anecdote, is that this weekend, I met a guy who had also dated one of the women mentioned in the article. A clue: he is not the sweater guy. Perhaps another article is in order: something about dating other dudes' exes (see REM songs).

As an aside, and in anticipation of the trope police coming after me for improper use of irony (the opposite of what is expected), I offer the second definition of the word from Oxford: "the quality of an occurrence being so unexpected or ill-timed that it appears to be deliberately perverse." One would not expect me to write a McLaren-esque article. The second is clearly perverse. The third is, as I've said, maybe just an amusing anecdote. Perhaps it is not unexpected, but only if one is cynical about the dating scene in Montréal, which I am not, at least not for the moment. Not in springtime anyway. Talk about delight!