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!
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!