|Don't we make a cute couple?|
I hate that.
Impeccable manners, a charming accent, an eye for design, great style, hip, clean, smart, rational, and absolutely beautiful. Who has stolen my heart, you ask? Well it isn't a who but a where. You see, I've been to Scandinavia and let me just tell you...three days with a new love isn't anywhere near enough.
I know what you are thinking. "Weren't you head over heels for Italy?"
|Smitten with Finland...|
But the old guy has some serious competition.
|Sweden: He's so fine...|
On top of all that, he's willing to give you space and time to breath. Italy is amazing and he knows it. Oh how he knows it. In fact he keeps pointing it out. "Darling, aren't I amazing? Aren't you lucky to be with me?" He just can't stop talking about himself. Scandinavia doesn't need to do that. He'll win you over with friendly confidence. He'll put you at peace. He'll make you smile.
The fleeting nature of our meeting is a little hard for me to deal with. I have a memento or two to remind me of our brief time together, but I can't let myself believe it was a one time thing. So in the style of heroines of love stories down through the ages, I'm plotting a way to get back to him...for 3 more days, or weeks,
|Denmark: Did I mention he's charming?|
|Waking up next to Sweden.|