The Swede

I still hear from The Swede, on occasion.

All is well with him.

Kids are great.

Family is well.

He started his own business.

And he is still engaged.

Yes, THE Swede is engaged to marry another woman.

A beautiful Swedish woman.

All is right in the world.

I’ve had to stop following him on Facebook because reading their posts about how much they love each other did funny things to my insides.

The Swede is pretty extraordinary so I can understand her enthusiasm.

I too feel like I’d be singing his praises from the mountain tops, were I in her situation.

But since I’m not I’ll have to be content with writing posts about our long distance friendship.

I was never looking for a long distance romance but I’m pretty good at maintaining our long distance friendship, so in that way this is PERFECT for me.

I’m looking for a LOCAL boyfriend.

The “benefits” are more steady and there’s no long distance barrier to overcome.

Enslaved

To say I’ve had a rough week is putting it mildly.

It’s been pure crap and I can’t wait for the week to be over with.

I’ve been struggling with survivor guilt, but also struggling with feeling like I’m not allowed to be upset because I wasn’t there for the shooting.

Needless to say, my mental health is not as robust as it usually is.

I keep circling back and thinking about the festival.

Can you imagine how I’d be doing if I’d heard the shots and had to run?

Or if I’d been at ground zero for the attack?

I’d be a WRECK!

I’ve been wondering how I’m going to make it through the week when something happened.

A life event update on Facebook.

The Swede is ENGAGED.

Not just dating someone, but actually engaged.

Hmmmmm.

Finally.

Something less upsetting to think about than the shooting.

I’m not gonna lie.

I was surprised.

I had to use Google Translate to figure out that The Swede was engaged.

FYI, the word for ‘engaged’ in Swedish translates to ‘ENSLAVED’ in English.

LOL

Glow in the dark

I have this friend.

We’ll call him Bob.

Bob is fiendishly obsessed with pornography.

I know this because he admitted to me that he masturbates close to ten times a day.

I didn’t know that was even POSSIBLE.

Seems like someone who can do that shouldn’t be a Senior Construction Engineer, but a porn star.

Clearly, the man has a talent.

Or an imbalance.

You be the judge.

Bob and I used to sext.

He gave good sext, I like to say.

He was graphic without being disgusting.

He used punctuation properly.

Nothing worse than a poorly typed sext message.

Yes, I am a grammar snob.

Bob liked to send dick pics, and lots of them.

And there was something remarkable about these pictures.

Bob’s UNIT virtually GLOWED IN THE DARK.

It was so well-polished from years of [ahem] use.

You may be wondering why I’m telling you all this and the answer is simple.

Yesterday, Bob called to tell me that he’s getting married.

That’s right.

Married.

Now, if a guy who masturbates 10 times a day (honestly, who has the time?) can meet a woman, fall in love, and get engaged, then there’s HOPE FOR ME!

And don’t you feel a little bit sorry for his bride-to-be?

I’ll bet he’s on her like white on rice!