Happy yellow

Trying to recover from my disastrous online sundress shopping experience, I finally gave up and did a mega search for yellow sundresses.

Why?

Because once upon a time I imagined I’d be going to Florida with a yellow dress and I bought a matching flower crown to go with it:

Then the dress fell through.

Oh, what’s a girl to do but SHOP SOME MORE?!

I found a dress to go with my flower crown:

And I got earrings, shoes, and a clutch to match:

You’ve got to picture a mega top knot bun surrounded by my little yellow flower crown, similar to this one with big blue flowers:

Definitely worthy of a nice night out with The Swede and his daughter.

I’m so excited!

And the dress fits, what’s more.

So you might as well go ahead and color me happy.

I just love my sunny, happy, yellow dress!

Sunny in Florida

Now that I’m going to Florida to see The Swede and his daughter, I’ve been thinking about the next most important thing.

What to wear.

Granted, I have a ton of sundresses in my closet, but I can’t help myself.

I’m scoping out new sundresses online:

This happens to be one of my favorites.

It comes in all sorts of colors and is, for all intents and purposes, backless.

Very sexy!

Then there’s this dress:

OMG!

I get giddy just looking at it!

Comfort and style.

Perfect for throwing over a bathing suit and heading to a restaurant.

And then, I found THIS dress:

A little more formal.

Great for an evening out or just puttering around the house, looking beautiful.

Something I am great at.

[Cough]

I also happen to really like this dress

Even though I’m not sure it comes in my size, I’m totally in love with it.

The off the shoulder look.

The floral print.

Just beautiful.

I want The Swede to see me at my best, in dresses that make me feel beautiful and sexy.

But seeing as how his daughter will be playing in hockey tournaments, I will also need something warmish to wear in the arena.

Like a long sleeve sundress:

Oh, the WARDROBE I’d build if I had the income.

Florida, here I come

I haven’t been speaking about The Swede much because there hasn’t been much to say.

He’s still in Sweden.

I’m still 5,384 miles away in California.

Sadly, he did not make it out to the bay area for Christmas break.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t get to see him.

He’s heading to Florida for a youth hockey tournament with his daughter, the goalie.

And he’s invited me to join him.

Woot!  Woot!

Yes indeed, it looks like I’ll be packing my bags and visiting him in Florida.

Doesn’t that just sound AMAZING?

I’ve never been to Florida, so this will be my first time.

Am I excited?

You bet!

The Goalie will be celebrating her birthday in Florida and I’m invited to join in the festivities.

Florida AND a birthday?!

How much fun is that going to be?

I literally can’t wait for April to roll around.

First, I visit my sister in Reno for a spa weekend.

Then I jet off to Florida to see my Swede.

April is going to be a banner month for me.

Happy dance!

Boom!

I heard from The Swede!

Yes, it’s been weeks since we communicated and I was getting used to the silence when all of a sudden, WHAM!

He messaged me.

As it turns out, since Sweden is 9 hours ahead of California time-wise, it was Valentine’s Day in Sweden and so The Swede wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day.

Bold move, considering I posted for almost a week about how much I “hate” this holiday.

Truth is I don’t HATE this holiday, I HATE being single for this holiday.

It’s just another reminder that I am alone and unloved by a partner.

Great.  Just great.

I need a reminder of this like I need another hole in my head.

But they say, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.

So I’m making the best of my situation and hanging with my family.

Honestly, time spent with loved ones is what this holiday should be all about – just like Thanksgiving and Christmas.

So I’m setting my supreme bitterness aside.

Despite the fact that smug coupled up people are posting right and left on Facebook to declare their undying love for their partners.

Really?

Must you?

You know what I want to post to Facebook?

Wanna know what I’m doing for Valentine’s Day?

Whatever I want.  I’m single!

Boom!

I’m big in South Africa

So maybe I don’t have a HUGE fan base in the US.

It’s just a couple of ex-boyfriends, some burners, and my birthmom who read this blog.

But I’m big in South Africa.

And, incidentally, Sweden.

But we all know why. . . I write about The Swede.

The Swedes. . . well they like that I enjoy my Swede.

But the South Africans?

Now why would someone in South Africa follow my blog?

I have a few ideas.

First of all, they seem to surf into my posts where I am trying to date while being totally frustrated with the whole experience.

Maybe dating in South Africa is challenging as well.

They also seem to like my BOUDOIR photos.

Which, in case you haven’t seen them, are HERE.

But I also get a lot of visits from India for the exact same reason.

What can I say, I’m a thick snack and SOME PEOPLE LIKE THAT.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter if it’s dating or boudoir photos.

I just like having an international group of blog followers.

If you’ve read this post to the end, then take a second to comment and tell me what country you’re from. . .

 

Love is in the air

Love is in the air.

That’s right.

I’m just gonna go ahead and say it.

Everyone is coupling up.

First my cousin entered into wedded bliss.

And now, little Nick Jonas is MARRIED.

I don’t know why, but lately my Instagram stream and Facebook posts have been FILLED with love.

‘Tis the season?

Why not.

It’s sweet, really.

Everyone declaring their love for their partner.

I too am going to declare my love.

For The Swede?

Maybe.

For gin?

Definitely!

Yes, my love of gin stretches way back to the night I was with my college roommate and she drank tequila while I drank gin and tonics.

Fast forward to the end of the night and I’m holding Holly’s hair while she pukes into the toilet.

Me, I held my liquor.

Thank you GNTs.

I love you BUCKETS!

Tequila?

Not so much.

But really, I don’t have anyone to love besides my wonderful friends and family.

And that’s a rather LARGE group of people I’ll have you know.

But that’s the nice thing about love. . . the more you give it away, the more you have of it.

I do of course, have a sort of “misplaced” sense of affection.

I’m not in a relationship so I can hardly exercise my urge to rain down love and affection and (dare I say) sexy time, with another human being.

But I can certainly share the love I’ve got with all of you.

So consider this a big virtual hug from me to all my readers.

‘Tis the season to show your loved ones how much you care.

Don’t forget!

The Swedish Invasion

The Swede still MIGHT be coming to California for the holiday break.

He’ll be bringing his daughter and I’ve come up with all sorts of ideas for things we can do when they are here.

There’s JUST SO MUCH GOING ON in the Bay Area.

One thing I overlooked that would actually make a fabulous day trip is Yosemite Valley.

It’s open in the winter, barring any sudden winter storms, and I think they’d love to see the waterfalls, mountains, and wildlife there.

All for a $35 vehicle pass.

I put together a wine trail in Sonoma/Napa that features ALL SWEDISH WINERIES, which I think The Swede would like (but his daughter might find terribly boring).

There’s also a wine trail in my neck of the woods, along Pierce Road in Saratoga/Cupertino:

  • Mountain Winery
  • Kathryn Kennedy Winery
  • Sarahills Vineyards
  • House Family Vineyards
  • Ridge Vineyards
  • Savannah-Chanelle Winery

I think one day of wine tasting will be quite sufficient so The Swede will have to choose his favorite (my guess is he’ll want to try the Swedish wineries).

In order to make his daughter happy and not bored with us wine-tasting adults, I also looked into some sporting events we could attend.

The San Jose Sharks are playing the Anaheim Ducks and the Golden State Warriors are playing the Portland Trailblazers.

Who knows if Swedes like basketball, but they DO LIKE THEIR HOCKEY.

There’s TONS of stuff to get up to in the city and one event I found which would be titillating is “A Very Misfit Cabaret Holiday Special” – part musical theater, part burlesque show.

Kid appropriate?

Maybe, maybe not.

Judging from The Swede’s candy bowl in his living room, I know he’s a big fan of candy so CANDYTOPIA might be a good place to visit in the city, with stops at The Buena Vista Café for hot Irish Coffee, a ride on a cable car, and perhaps even a trip to Alcatraz to top off a day of activities.

There’s also a lovely preserve called Point Lobos, and on the trip down there to go for a hike we could hit all my favorite places – Vivolo’s Chowder House, Phil’s Fish Market, Lover’s Point, and maybe even take in a little whale watching.

I’ve literally got 4 pages FILLED with ideas for what we can do when The Swedish Invasion happens and if you want, check out CALIFORNIA.

 

P.S.  I did find naked yoga for couples, but I’m GUESSING The Swede will not be into that. . .

All is not lost

Wanna know how the love life is going?

It’s not.

I’m firmly stuck in NEUTRAL, not making progress forward (nor backwards) on any relationship.

I got an email the other day through MeetUp.

A man introduced himself to me and basically sent me an entire paragraph about himself without using ANY PUNCTUATION WHATSOEVER.

I couldn’t bring myself to read it in its entirety.

It was one long RUN ON SENTENCE and we all know I tend to be a grammar snob.

So needless to say, I didn’t reply to his email.

And what is he doing using MeetUp as a dating app?

My profile on MeetUp says I’m interested in doing things with people because my friends are all coupled up and I’m always the third wheel when we go out.

Sometimes I get tired of being the third wheel.

Sometimes I just want to hang out with other single people who, like myself, want to be social but without being the odd man out.

I got a message from another man looking for a “sweet mature cuddling experience” which is something I’m ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY WITH.

Sorry to say I need to already have an affection for the people I cuddle with.

No strangers allowed.

It freaks me out, the idea of a stranger snuggling up to me.

Smelling my hair.

Curling his body into mine.

No thanks.

Of course The Swede is still in the picture.

I’d snuggle with him anytime.

He’s the closest I’ve come in the past 5 years to having a love interest.

I feel lucky to have struck up an international friendship with him.

So all is not lost.

It’s just stuck in Sweden.

 

Bring on The Swedes!

The Swede MIGHT come to California with his daughter after Christmas.

I have decided that I’m going to be positive about the trip and just assume it’s going to happen.

Although we all know that Burning Man AND Vegas fell through.

But no matter, the important thing is that he’s interested in coming and is going to try to make it happen.

If you recall, I spent last year sweating my ass off in the land of the Midnight Sun.

Or is that ALASKA?

No matter.

I spent a week in Sweden during the holidays last year and all I can say is that I LOVED it.

I especially loved curling up in bed with The Swede at night.

I’ve decided, if they come, that I’m going to host a RACLETTE DINNER on New Year’s Eve.

No, it’s not a tradition.

But hot, melted cheese poured over charcuterie, potatoes, and pickled things sounds like a PERFECT way to celebrate their visit and the New Year.

I also think I will need to take them to San Francisco.

Not that I know what to do in the city, but I imagine Ghiradelli Square, riding a cable car, and Pier 39 are three MUST VISIT places to go.

My personal favorite outing has got to be Monterey, though.

Nothing like a hike and a picnic at Point Lobos “catered” by Gayle’s Bakery to really get the flavor of Monterey County.

Of course, there’s also my Swedish trip through Napa and Sonoma, visiting all the Swedish wineries that are in the area.

The only problem I see is that I have no idea what a hockey-loving, 16 year old Swedish girl would enjoy doing.

Perhaps I’ll ask her.

I think she might like to watch a San Jose Sharks hockey game (she’s a goalie back home in Sweden).

Or maybe catch a baseball game?

There’s tons to do though, and I’ve got all the time in the world to plan.

Bring on The Swedes!

 

F*cking Swedish Meatballs

Today, as I chatted with my friend Michelle, I realized that I’m doing things specifically to please The Swede.

I bought him a Man Crate for Christmas.

He has to open it with a crowbar.

I picked out a cool shirt for his daughter.

I’m joining a lodge for the Daughters of Norway.

I’m even learning Swedish.

Slowly.

Eventually I’ll be able to say, “Jag kan prata lite Svenska” and actually mean it.

The truth is I like to do things, and learning about my Nordic heritage is just one more worthy activity to occupy my time and keep me engaged.

My only reservation about it is that it is lacking in ethnic diversity.

Oh, sure there are all different age groups represented, though it does tend to skew toward older women but I’ve learned that there are acres of wisdom in older generations.

And how else will I learn how to cook those awesome little Swedish meatballs without someone showing me?!

I got a recipe for FRUIT SOUP during my first lodge meeting.

And it is NOTHING like sangria, which is MY version of fruit soup.

These are the things I need to know.

Yes, so I can impress a man.

He should already be impressed but just in case he isn’t I am pulling out all the stops.

I might not be able to speak the language as well as The Swede speaks English, but at some point I will be able to cook him a Swedish meatball.

I’m obsessed with fucking Swedish meatballs.

😉