I miss my Swede.
It’s been six months since his last visit and there’s at least another 2 months until he comes back to the Bay Area.
I can’t wait for him to visit.
Honestly, he is the closest I’ve come to having a real relationship with a man in the last 4 years.
He’s actually the only man I would miss if he chose to never see me again.
I love me some Swede, that’s for sure.
In my mind, I imagine meeting him at the airport when he flies in and practically knocking him off his feet with an enormous hug and kiss.
If I stumbled across a genie in a bottle and got three wishes, for sure one wish would be spent wishing we lived close to each other.
That’s how much I like him.
I know, I know.
I’m single and playing the field.
But it’s okay to have a favorite.
And he is DEFINITELY my favorite.