I am slowly, but SURELY, eating all the Swedish Fish I bought for the Swede.
I’m hoping that Murphy’s Law will be in full effect for me.
If I eat them all, then I will be unprepared for him to visit me in California and he will come.
If I don’t eat them, then his trip will be cancelled and I will have no visit with The Swede.
And I REALLY want to see him.
A while ago, he told me a story about kidnapping one of his friends for his bachelor’s party.
At the time, I thought that sounded TOTALLY NUTS.
Who KIDNAPS another person?
Then, months later, I’m watching a TV show called “Welcome to Sweden” and the two main characters are getting married.
Their friends throw them WILD bachelor and bachelorette parties, including – get this – KIDNAPPING THE GROOM!
These Swedes take these parties VERY SERIOUSLY, I guess!
So I text The Swede and I say to him that I thought he was a LITTLE crazy when he told me what he did but APPARENTLY THIS IS NORMAL IN SWEDEN.
At which time he replied, “You thought *I* was crazy?”
Between the two of us, I am the crazy one and I think we both know that.
Burning Man. SoulFire, UnSCruz. Pagan Bunny Burn. SF Decompression. Santa Con. Pilgrim Pub Crawl. Star Wars Whores.
I’m a wee bit on the fringes of society, running around in a Santa suit, tutus, and platform boots.
Whereas he is firmly ensconced in a suit and tie and quite respectable.
HOWEVER, he looks good bare-chested in a fur vest and Viking horns.
And I clean up nicely.
So maybe we’re more of a match than one would expect.
Maybe. . .