She wasn't really a telemarketer, she was polling for some municipal political party.

She had a nice voice and I was waiting for a ride to one of my buddy's concerts, so I decided to respond to the survey. After some jokes and lots of questions that most definitely weren't on the survey sheet, I got her to meet us at the tiny indy music club I was going to.

She came with friends, met my friends and the two of us ended up ditching everyone and roaming the streets of the "mile end" neighbourhood until we came upon this tiny urban playground and kissed till almost sun rise.

So basically, telemarketers aren't so bad after all. At least not in Canada :-)