The Swede

The Swede has been texting me and it’s been more fun than a tornado in a trailer park.

He went out drinking with a friend and I got fantastic text messages from him as he drank beer.

He asked me if I was interested in visiting Sweden.

Technically, 60% of my DNA is from Scandinavia, and it would love to visit the homeland.

There’s the Vasa Museum, all the canals to navigate, and the ABBA Museum.

You know I can’t miss the ABBA Museum!

Sadly, I have no plans to visit Sweden in the near future, but it’s definitely on my list of places to go.

And it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump to Finland where I can sleep in a glass igloo under the aurora borealis.

Sigh.

It’s hard to not imagine snuggling under the glass dome with The Swede.

And, of course, there’s the saunas in Finland.

Nothing like a nice hot naked sweat followed by a giant leap into the freezing outdoors.

Hey, it’s GOOD for you!

Perhaps I will talk my sister into a trip to Sweden next year.

Our last big trip was Scotland in 2008.

I have to admit, it would be nice to see The Swede in his territory.

Nice to see The Swede fullstop.

A Good Night’s Sleep

I’m OBSESSED with UnSCruz!

Can’t wait for it to get here.

As it turns out, I am so impressed by UnSCruz, I’m inviting all my friends to come.

Toni, Kimberly, Tejas, Yvonne. . .

I have a BIG tent.

It says it’ll accommodate 8 people.

Not that I’d want to pack 8 people in my tent.

There’s a little matter of stuffing my queen size air mattress bed in it.

Hey, I like comfort!

It’s not EXACTLY glamping, but it’s close.

The tough part is, I think I’m going to have to share my bed.

I know, I know!

But WHO should I share it with?

My girlfriend?

My friend from Sweden?

Or my best friend?

If I had my way, it’d be my friend from Sweden.

Basically because I wouldn’t mind snuggling up to him.

But perhaps he doesn’t want to.

And that’s okay.

I’m fine sleeping by myself.

It’s been so long since I shared a bed with someone I’m afraid I really won’t get a good night’s sleep.

But that’s the whole point, isn’t it?!?!

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Me and the Swede

michelleOooooohhhhh.

I talked to the Swede again.

And by talk, I mean text.

And by Swede, I mean genuinely, authentically from Sweden.

He’s tall and handsome and kisses like his life depends on it.

It’s sooooooo good.

We went on a first date a few months ago when he was visiting the Bay Area for work.

We said goodnight without kissing goodbye.

We went on a second date a little later and again said goodbye without kissing goodnight.

Then something came over us on the third date.

Perhaps he figured “why not at least TRY kissing her?”

I know I thought I’d been friend zoned.

Then he kissed me and WOW!

Perfection!

So he’s coming back to the Bay Area in May.

And if he can swing it, he might be here for UnSCruz which I’ve described as a moveable party with fire spinning, music, dance, art, performance, and community.

There’s even a wedding this time around!

I think he was intrigued.

So cross your fingers that he can arrange his travel and make it to UnSCruz.

It’ll be a hell of a time, I’ll tell you that!

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I love Sweden!

IMG_9624I love Sweden.  I really do.

What other country would send me Toni to date?

Toni, which is short for Toni, took me out Thursday and Friday night.  He was visiting for two weeks from Sweden and he wanted someone to show him the area.

Let me just THINK of all the things there are to do here:

  • The Mystery Spot
  • Beach bonfire
  • Wine tasting
  • The Winchester Mystery House
  • Shopping at Santana Row
  • Dinner at Phil’s Fish Market
  • Kayaking the Elkhorn Slough
  • Hiking to St. Joseph’s Hill
  • Biking in SF
  • Taking in a Giants game
  • Watching the Sharks play
  • $$$$ for a Warrior’s game
  • And Fishing out of Santa Cruz
  • The Monterey Bay Aquarium
  • The Boardwalk
  • Great America

And SO MUCH MORE!

Toni cracked me up.  He was so soft spoken, I had to lean in to hear him talk.  You can imagine how challenging this is in a crowded bar like the Jack Rose.

So we go to a restaurant in Los Gatos, to eat oysters (something he’s never done) and I STILL CAN’T HEAR HIM SPEAK.

I finally apologized for making him repeat himself so often, “Sorry, but it’s hard to hear you.”

“Ya. I’m very quiet,” he agrees.

Fast forward to Friday night and we’re going to Santa Cruz to eat on the pier at Stagnaro’s and play some games at the Arcade at the Boardwalk.

He resoundly beat me at Air Hockey.  And Race Cars.  And Laser Tag.  And Skee Ball.

And I wasn’t event TRYING to let him win.

Actually, I was trying very hard to kick his butt.

To make matters worse, I got the feeling he was taking it easy on me.

Oh, those sweet Swedes.

An any case, he FINALLY kissed me Friday night.

It was AWESOME!  Soft, wet (but not too wet), hungry.

All he said was, “I should’ve done this much sooner.”

Indeed, because now he’s in Sweden with those amazing lips and that great pucker and that amazing kiss.

Story of my life.

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