I’ve got a lot on my bucket list.
Things like visit Greece and Australia.
Go great white shark diving.
Dance all night at Burning Man (I haven’t done this yet).
Just the other day, I realized I had a new Bucket List item.
Something I was jonesing for hard.
Sex with a Swede.
Actually, sex with THE Swede. Fullstop.
I know. I know.
I’ve known him for a full year and we haven’t gotten around to it yet.
In my defense, he does live in Stockholm, 99% of the time.
It’s not like we’ve had the opportunity.
But there we were in his hotel room, rolling around on the bed, kissing and groping when I realized that I wanted this man.
I just added him to my bucket list.
Have you ever heard of a bucket list, I asked him.
Yes, he replied.
Guess what’s on my bucket list, I prodded him.
I don’t know. What’s on your bucket list, he asked.
“Sex with a Swede,” I whispered in his ear.
“I can help with that,” he offered. . .