My name is Stephen LaCroix. A big and tall young Black American man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend the University of Ottawa, where I'm taking up Criminology. Next year I will graduate with my bachelor's degree. I have been in the Confederation of Canada for about three years now. Long enough to become a permanent resident. I didn't like the City of Ottawa when I first came here, to tell you the truth. I found the City of Ottawa quiet, boring and bigoted. A far cry from my native town of Boston, Massachusetts. This Haitian-American sorely missed his homeland for his first twelve months in Ottawa. However, my life has changed since then. I found a home here, and someone to love.
I guess I've gone from arrogant American who hates everything Canadian to well-adjusted resident of one of the world's most interesting countries. And a lot of that has to do with a special lady. Darlene Saint-Guillaume. This five-foot-eleven, red-haired and green-eyed, delightfully curvy and deliciously big-bottomed French Canadian woman simply changed my life. Darlene was born and raised in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. She calls herself a proud Quebecer. Interestingly, Quebecers are the group I clashed with the most during my first year in Ottawa. They're proud, arrogant and overconfident. Very set in their ways. Very much like us Americans. Who would have thought the only one who would accept me in Canada would be a Quebec woman? I guess life can certainly surprise all of us.
You might think you know who you are, who you want to be with and where life will take you but you can still be surprised. Trust me on that one. I was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. I never thought I'd move to Canada of all places. And I certainly didn't plan on being forever changed by my stay in this fascinating, infuriating and amazing country. It's also the place where I met my future wife, folks. The woman who literally changed my world and how I looked at things. Yeah, life can certainly surprise you. Men and women of the world, all I can tell you is to go with the flow.
I first met Darlene while walking around Saint Laurent Mall in downtown Ottawa. I was walking around with my cousin Miguel, and I told him that a Quebecer I knew at work was a real douche bag. This fine-looking white lady happened to be walking by and she walked right up to us. She was really mad. I guess it's because she was a native of Quebec too. In a firm voice, she told me exactly where I could stuff my anti-Quebec sentiments. I told her to mind her own business. Scoffing, she walked away. Man, talk about a bad meeting! Still, I couldn't forget the angry lady from Quebec. For starters, she was so tall, curvy and sexy. White women in Canada, especially the French ones, look very different from the ones we have in America. White women from Quebec have curvy bodies and big butts. They're not flat and skinny like ninety nine percent of white females worldwide. I don't know what they're feeding these white women in Canada, especially the French ones, but it's working!
