Canada maybe bigger but, it gets this nasty deep white stuff coating it every year, it only has one useful purpose… to keep beer cold.
At least you will be more frequent and you may look into becoming a Gigalio. With all those women one or two may use Daddy’s money to support you. 
Make sure that she still has her clitoris, or else that’s going to be one long marriage.
In response to Mr. Predictable:
I am almost forgot that they do that in Africa still as a marriage custom in destroying any cheating on a woman’s part.
Either way it is pointless as my plan to retire in Africa is destroyed and obliterated.
Around Maine I hear that there is alot of French women since the Canadian areas that surround the border is dominantly French.
Hello Nurse!
Of course if I went to Nova Scotia which is right by the French Canadian district I hear there are a bit of Scottish women.
Do I go with French or Scottish? Decisions… decisions… decisions…
I am just a lonely French German man from the United States looking for a little bit of love.
Well you know what they do in deep winter Russia to keep warm at night don’t you? 
Nah, I don’t think so.
These overly career drooling women who’s only thought in life is the accumulation of wealth have no interest in a poor poverty stricken scoundrel like me.
It really is funny as everyday since I have been walking amongst this college campus sometimes I wonder what it would be like in being a student here as I look no different from anybody else with my backpack full of books yet it seems to be my fate as a poor scholar walking amongst the educated privileged as a ghost in the night.
If it wasn’t for my inabilities in math and English grammar I probally could indeed be a student of course my personal hate for authority and civic conformity even then wouldn’t let me I don’t think.
Ironically I see all these professors going back and fourth in the library with their so called serious candor but I bet if they were ever to get into a philosophical debate with me I would show their infantile dispositions quite quickly before the night ever being over.
Why don’t you go sit in on a few classes. If you are not looking for a degree then you only need to learn and hear what benifits you. Get a note book and some pencils and go learn just to learn. Hell one more body won’t be noticed. You only should pay if you want the grades and sheepskin. If some moron Prof. complains then he/she has no love of education and can kiss your ass.
To not take advantage of this is denying yourself a bridge.
I have seriously thought about that many times but honestly what they teach in these colleges in terms of philosophy or thought I just see as being mindless indocrinating rubbish.
Atleast in the library I can study past men long gone who have nothing or noone to convince of anything.
The only good thing about being a poor scholar is that I am honest with myself and the world that I come to grips in because there is noone there for me to impress with also there being nothing for me to gain for myself other than the answers that I desperately seek through studying.
That right there is the only joy of being the lonely wandering independent writer and thinker.
I agree partially, Joker, but, there are many classes offered that will give you a leg up in improvement. They may just give you ideas for direction. If you are weak in math or grammar sit in on a few of those types of classes. Science, political science , art, engineering, anthropology, socialogy, history, etc… Such a wide choice and each of those get specialized.
You have a freedom to pick and choose, get a catalogue of offered classes and mark down the possibles. Try it , its a situation where there is no possible way you can lose. You can only learn, at the least learn more about yourself. Your wants, needs and desires and mostly abilities. you may surprise yourself at a level of ability you did not know you have. that alone is worth it.
Joker,
Why does North Africa appeal to you?
You mean why did it appeal to me in the past. ( It doesn’t anymore.)
It did appeal to me largely because I could take a minimal sum of money from the United States and live like a king over there with current economical exchanges without anyone bothering me.
That and because many nomads live in Northern Africa which I view to be awsome as anything that counters the twisted form of modernity in my mind is desirable.
Good luck bud, I hope you find what you’re looking for in Northern Africa. You should consider a weekend trip down to Ghana or Nigeria. There’s a nice blend of tradition and modernity in Ghana, and Nigeria speaks hundreds of different language, which would seem to make for an interesting view of community.
So what are your plans now, I missed it.
I plan to live in the countryside around the state of Maine and if the United States should go all self destructive (Which it will.) I’ll immigrate to Nova Scotia or Montreal in Canada.
( I will also go to New York City on my way to Maine in seeing if anyone is crazy enough to publish my book that I’m writing.)
You need to get an agent.
No one will look at the book if you don’t.
How much do they cost? ( There is always some dam catch anymore.)
Don’t go higher than 15% of net profit, If you do gross you are screwed.
You can do it without an agent if you have the tenacity,ingenuity and the stamina.
I’ll do whatever I have to if my book should become successful.
Agents don’t cost from the door but get a percentage of the profits as Kris said. They’re good because they have an incentive and connections.
You can probably google lit agents in your area.
I used to stop at a public library in the city at least once a week as part of my sinecure, that required me to use the copier. There were no guards, but the place attracted a lot of homeless guys. One that I still remember struck me as an almost insane professor. He would always take up a whole table, that he covered with numerous notebooks. One day I got curious, about what he was always writing. His notebooks were covered with insane diagrams, and scribblings. I’m pretty sure they eventually, evicted him. Sometimes when I’d return books there late at night, I’d see homeless guys sleeping there.