Trying to talk to a girl in the streets of Yaletown is like pretending your pet Chihuahua understands English. You will get the nervous look of a dog that knows it can be crushed by anything taller than a bonsai. That is...if you're not actually talking to her dog (because, the most common way to approach a woman in Yaletown is to direct your ice-breaker towards her pet Chihuahua, and then hope that she gets off her phone and actually says something other than 'yahh, OMG, totally, wait...there's a creeper trying to touch my dog, LOL' and disappears into a yoga studio).
'Vancouver is in a class by itself.' When it comes to paranoid, anti-social women, the ones in Vancouver seem to have written the book.
LMFAO...but sooooo true.