The Swede has proposed to me at least three times.
Now, when I say PROPOSED, I mean “proposed.”
Basically, he texted me his proposal and followed it with a wink.
I find this absolutely hilarious and I can’t wait until he “proposes” again.
The thing about The Swede is this.
I like him SO VERY MUCH but given that I only see him twice a year (and lately not even that often), I don’t know him well enough to move in and settle down with him despite the fact that I like his family, his children, and I’m not against moving to Sweden.
There are obvious benefits to living in Sweden.
For one, there’s no grifter President Trump running Sweden.
Sweden has a Royal Family and we all know how much I love Royals.
On the other hand my Swedish is atrocious, I’ve never lived in snow, and it’s very far away from Burning Man.
I have been advised by another Swede to take The Swede’s proposals more seriously than I am.
Perhaps they do things differently in Sweden but in the USA, if there’s not a ring then it’s not a proposal.
And last I checked, proposals followed by winks NEGATE the proposal.
It’s fun to think about though.
Which is why I’m amused each time he suggests we get married.
And The Swede has not one, not two, but THREE wonderful kids I could absorb into my family.
Get them all US citizenship.
Get dual Swedish / US citizenship for myself.
Learn to speak Swedish properly.
See, I’ve thought this out a little.