All I wanted for Christmas was a boyfriend.
Santa did not deliver.
Barring that, I did have a backup list of Christmas presents:
A Masterclass pass and Rosetta Stone unlimited.
What could be better than learning from the experts on topics ranging from international cuisine to negotiation, to photography and style.
And of course you all know how much I’m enjoying learning Swedish.
Imagine getting access to ALL Rosetta Stone language languages?
Well the good news is that I was gifted some money with which I can apply toward the cost of Masterclass and Rosetta Stone.
In celebration of my soon-to-be trilingual status, I made my very first joke in Swedish:
I was on a walk with a Swedish friend and I asked him how many times he’s attended “SEXSABILITY” the sex-positive festival which takes place in Sweden.
“Six,” he replied.
“Sex,” I joked. [sex is ‘six’ in Swedish]
Ha ha ha ha!
I never said it was a good joke!
It’s been a month now since I took up learning Swedish.
I can honestly say “I speak a little Swedish” now because I do.
I know about 200 words and phrases.
Just basic stuff, but it’s all very useful.
Per my usual habit, I’m learning Swedish to impress a man.
The Swede, to be exact.
The language is musical and lyrical with a completely different cadence than what I’m used to as a native English speaker.
I’ve discovered a hidden benefit to learning Swedish – apart from knowing three languages, which in and of itself is quite impressive.
Men find it sexy.
Yes indeed, I happened to mention to a friend that “Jag kan prata lite Svenska” (I can speak a little Swedish) and he almost died right there on the spot.
Oh, that’s so sexy he told me.
So I said the first phrase that popped into my mind, “Var ligger badrummet?” (Where is the bathroom?).
I’m nothing, if not sexy!