So you and your partner are looking for a third. In North Vancouver. Yeah, I know — that’s like trying to find a wild salmon in a parking lot. Possible, but you’ll probably just end up disappointed and slightly embarrassed. I’m Julian Primrose. Born in Lynn Valley, raised on a weird diet of mountain air…
Hey. I’m Julian Primrose. Born and still buzzing around North Vancouver, that sliver of rainforest between the mountains and the inlet. I write for a weird little project called AgriDating over on agrifood5.net—basically, I connect the dots between local food, eco-activist dating, and why sharing a compost bin might be more intimate than sharing a…
Look, I’ll level with you. North Vancouver isn’t just a postcard. It’s a wet, mossy, intensely alive stretch of land wedged between the Burrard Inlet and the Coast Mountains. And if you’re looking for sensual adventures here—whether that’s dating, finding a partner, or just trying to figure out why your pulse races on a foggy…
Hey. I’m Julian Primrose, still buzzing around North Vancouver—that sliver of rainforest wedged between the mountains and the inlet. I write for this weird little project called AgriDating over on agrifood5.net, where I mostly connect dots between local food, eco-activist dating, and why sharing a compost bin might be more intimate than sharing a bed….
Here’s the thing nobody tells you about tantric sex in North Vancouver: it’s not about lasting three hours or tying yourself into a pretzel. It’s about noticing the goddamn hummus. I once cried in a Lonsdale Quay parking lot because a date brought store-bought hummus. Not because I’m pretentious (okay, maybe a little) but because…
I’ve stood in a Lonsdale Quay parking lot at 1:47 AM, staring at a half-empty container of store-bought hummus, and realized: attraction is just chemistry with bad timing. That was three years ago. I’m Julian Primrose. Born here, still buzzing around North Vancouver’s rainforest edges, writing for AgriDating over at agrifood5.net—where I connect compost bins…
