In case you didn’t know it, The Swede is 9 hours ahead of me, time wise.
So there’s only a little window of opportunity to communicate unless we want to stay up super late.
Early morning. Late evening.
That’s what works.
So I’m messaging The Swede when I realize that it’s almost 2 am in Sweden.
I do what I always do.
I say good night in Swedish.
He likes it when I speak (my limited) Swedish to him.
Jag kan prata lite Svenska. (I can speak a little Swedish)
En billeter tack. (One ticket, please)
Var ligger badrummen? (Where is the bathroom?)
I’m so exotic.
So I get ready to sign off when I decided to send a GIF of a kiss.
And I pick out a naughty, horizontal thrusting, open-mouthed kiss and send it to him.
As soon as I hit send I think, “Oh! I’m not supposed to do this!” but it’s too late.
It’s been sent.
And now The Swede knows that I want to French kiss him while he lays on top of me, thrusting.
It’s not like I’m not trying.
But flirting is like breathing – even if you want to stop something keeps you going.
Ultimately, I decided that since I like The Swede it’s okay to flirt with him.
Just no more NEW men.
And no making sex jokes at my expense.
It’s all progress!