Undead American in Ontario

I'm trying really hard to adjust to life as an Undead American in the Capital Region of Canada. I try to lead as normal a life as possible. I visit my uncle and aunt and talk to my parents often. Not too often but often enough that nobody gets too suspicious and starts asking questions. I resumed my classes at Carleton University. I don't think I can board a plane to Boston now. It's a pity because I miss it a lot. I'm not one hundred percent sure but I think all those scanning machines in the airports can detect a passenger with no pulse and no bodily temperature while they're supposedly searching for bombs. This is the legacy of the post-911 mentality throughout the world. I mean, ever since those crazy Arabs flew those planes into the Twin Towers and that angry Nigerian Muslim boarded a plane with a bomb in his underwear, they're suspicious of everyone now. And I don't just mean minorities. There was this middle-aged, blonde-haired White chick calling herself Jihad Jane ( actual name Colleen Larose) who tried to go to Europe to carry out terrorist activity after converting to radical Islam. Yeah, it's an insane world we live in. And it's not easy being its only ( as far as I know) decent Undead citizen.

Like I said, I try to lead as normal a life as possible. Tonight, I'm going to East Side Mario's restaurant inside the Saint Laurent Shopping Center. I've got a date. I have been talking to this gal for a while now. Deanna O'Rourke. She's half Black and half White, born to an Irish-Canadian father and Jamaican mother. She describes herself as five-foot-eleven, slim but curvy where it counts, and she absolutely loves tall, dark-skinned men. Well, that's me to a T. Deanna goes to Ottawa University but grew up in a tiny and mostly White town in provincial Alberta. Much to the dismay of her parents, she became afro-centric after meeting African students at her new school and discovered a preference for the brothers even though she mainly dated White men before. How about that? Deanna and I talked on the phone practically every night for months prior to setting up this date. Oh, I almost forgot. Deanna is a self-described lifelong Goth who was drawn to the deep depression and darkness reflected in my somber, melancholic poems on Facebook. Apparently, she likes the dark side of life...in every way. And she's looking for a serious relationship with a man who's different. I smile as I get ready for our date. Men don't get any more different than this particular undying Haitian-American gentleman, wouldn't you agree?