Hey. So you’re looking for no strings attached in London, Ontario. Yeah, I get it. The whole “let’s be honest about what we want” thing – it’s refreshingly adult, isn’t it? No pretending you want a relationship when you really just want… chemistry. And maybe some company for the night. But here’s the thing nobody…
Hey. I’m Kevin. Born in Basel on a grey September morning in ’94, lived on Spalenring for a decade, and these days I write for the AgriDating project – yeah, eco-activist dating meets food politics. Used to be a sexology researcher. Now I just try to make sense of connection. The Rhine is my second…
Look, I’ve been around. Born here, still here. Rimouski isn’t Montreal – you already know that. But that doesn’t mean no strings attached is dead. It just smells different. More like low tide and woodsmoke than expensive perfume. I’ve spent the last decade-ish studying sexual behavior, running a tiny (very unofficial) survey during the Festi-Jazz…
