Let's make out behind the bleachers after football practice, before you have to run off to Astronomy Club meeting.

A happy socks salesman never looked better. Besides designing collections inspired by Big Pack ice cream, wearing blinking Christmas sweaters and remaining to cool for school, you are pretty much busy with being one of a kind. We already know that Riche is your living room, so it would be more educative to learn the location of your bedroom.

We like all animals but there is something particular with the wolf. Maybe because it is an survivor from the ice age, originating 300,000 years back. Or that is breeds children looking like this hipster deluxe.

Dec 2nd 2008, Oh my God! I mean, it is Jan 2nd 2009.

A guy called me today but I just said 'Hallå', then he said 'Hello' and then I said 'Hello?' and the call was canceled. Or I am assuming that he hung up. I hope it is the bearded guy Bill that I met at Union Pool on the year's last day. He was tall and very attractive with nice brown eyes and a real skepparkrans as a beard.

I started talking to his friend Will, who later introduced me to Bill. Their real name is actually William, but somewhere along the line they separately took a different road and turning into the sweeter, shy Will (a librarian at Parson’s school of design) and the more straight forward, charming Bill, who put his arm around me every time he came by and whispered ‘Fuck you’ in my ear, which at the time seem totally normal and I just whispered back. Being såhär efterklok, I realize that I should of course have said ‘Fuck me’ instead of just repeating the ‘Fuck you’.

I got my sweetness though when he was about to leave and came to say goodbye, and I was like ‘What, are you leaving? I thought we were gonna make out?’ He replied, most encouragingly, ‘Make out? Why?’ But before I even finished the sentence ‘Why? Well, that sort of answers the question” he grabs me and gives me a long, intense kiss that really takes me by surprise, which is rather weird under the circumstances of me actually getting what I just asked for.

1.rub n' tug

n.(rub-en-tug)

a massage parlor where a gentleman goes for a massage (rub) and hand release(tug); see rub and tug, see also happy ending.

In our own dictionary, it is simply the most good looking beat dropping, disco dancing DJs out there.

Because you radiate a special kind of sweetness and you might be the best new boy we've seen in Stockholm so far.

We decided to dust off a little masterpiece by our favourite Jonas Hassen Khemiri. Reading it again made us realized that we are still very much in the overcrowded land of not teenagers, not yet adults.

Välkommen till världen! Ta ett djupt andetag, skrik ditt första skrik och öppna ögonen. Bra gjort. Nu är du redo att bli matad, rapad och ompysslad. Ta dina första steg, säg dina första ord, börja skolan, bli tonåring. Tro inte att det är något fel på dig bara för att du saknar kontroll över dina kroppsdelar eller vill klösa av dig ditt skinn eller associerar allt som du ser till sex. Det är helt normalt. Vi är alla likadana i den åldern. Snart kommer du vara vuxen och börja glömma. Snart kommer du växa in i din kropp, förlåta dina föräldrar och börja tycka om saker som inlagd sill, oliver, tyska dramafilmer och en liten bit mörk choklad efter maten. Dina känslor kommer inte skava lika mycket som nu. Du kommer inte känna dig tvungen att ge dig ut i regnig nattluft med så hög volym i lurarna att kylan knappt känns.

Efter ett tag som vuxen kommer du träffa någon. Du kommer uppvisa alla symptom på att vara kär. Du kommer placera din tunga i personens mun och röra runt den i cirkelrörelser.

That's the beginning of Försök till kärnfysik, compulsory reading for everyone living on the planet.

Among many other reasons, we still think you have the best name ever, Julian Casablancas.

"Only wish the good nights didn't go by so damn fast. We def laid down some auditory gold all night long doodham. Thanx for mannin' the decks wid me and keepin the booty's and positive vibes flowing like Niagra. We were holdin it down son. Anyway.. much love to ya my friend."

We're just guessing that this is how cool cats talk.

Now, this is a guy we've been keeping an eye on for a while. Todd, creator of divine The Selby, seems like he is just living the dream.

We love super talented, bright Southern Californians who relocate to New York City, and upon being asked what wardrobe item is compulsory for every woman or man, he replied; "Every person should have some good-looking skeletons in their closet."

Besides that proof of wit, he shot the gorgeous pictures of Ben, and when Bill took photos of him, he said that his good pal Mark is his fashion icon. Talk about six degrees of separation!

He also enjoys asking questions about romance and encourage other people to draw. Dude, if you're not up for a casual make out session, can we at least be your romantic companion for life?

Because it looks like you wanna make out with us, too.

"You know, if right now, I was like, “Hey, I wanna be in a fucking jazz band,” I could just find jazz people, and I could just be like, “Look, let's do this.” But when you're in high school, you can't just be like, “Yo, we're in a space-rock band.” You gotta be able to play space-rock to do it, you know what I mean?"

We totally know you mean, like, space-rock dude.

E -> R
I must say I also liked your little Dartmouth friend from Washington that came to our picknick. Thomas? Joe? Something like that. Can you ask him if he wants to marry me?

R -> M
chicks love you

M -> R
Inform her that I am only interested in male models who double as special ops commandos and nobel laureate philosophers. I have yet to find one, but I am still looking.

R -> E
don't ever say i didn't try to hook you up.
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Jeeeez. And people accuse us of having too high demands.

We no longer live in Sweden, but in a country of heavy clouds and a constant gray light for a few hours a day until it turns dark again. In the past two weeks we can only remember the sun shining for nearly an hour last Thursday. When that big burning star is out you just have to drop what ever you are doing, run outside and try to get at least one single ray of sunlight into your heart.

Swedish Radio reported yesterday, that so far, the month of November, in total, has only delighted us with 11,2 hours of sun light. The standard amount is usually somewhere around 30h at this time of the month. But things aren’t as bad as in 1993, back then the sun only shone for 2,9 hours for the entire 30 days of November.

This has nothing to do with the film making boys above, but might explain why the picture is a bit cloudy.

Seriously, if the vampire is good looking in a way that is almost disturbing, Josh here is so very good looking it is purely, simply, absolutely wonderful.

It would be interesting to know who is the bigger slut in a battle between a bartender and a DJ. Thinking about it, we never hook up as much as when serving up frozen daiquiris pool side in Vegas,
on the other hand some DJs are apparently in to oil and we just found this amazing apricot baby oil.

Needless to say, we love the smile, the beard and the teddy bear qualities of this table turner.

After a box and a half of Six Feet Under we are now aware that the youth is not wasted on the young, but life is wasted on the living. Let's not agree with that and frequently make blueberry pancake boys for breakfast in full appreciation of our hearts beating.

And remember the old saying "A morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness", paying attention to the fact that pancakes can never be awkward.

Writer, British, New Yorker, very handsome and our new favorite man, are a few of the characteristics of Simon van Booy.
It takes one to know one, and we're pretty sure we are dealing with a hopeless romantic here. The very encouraging title Love Begins in Winter, is his latest collection of short stories.

I seldom volunteer anything. For most of my thirties,
I have seen little point in telling people anything. But as a teenager, I loved passionately, spent whole nights crying (for what, I can no longer remember). I followed women home and then wrote sonatas that I left on doorsteps in the middle of the night. I dived into ponds fully clothed.
I almost drank myself to death. In my youth, all conflict was resolution—just a busier form of emptiness.

Doing our research, we realized that the same Dutch-sounding surname composed a New York Times piece that made us cry on the train out to Rockaway beach this summer. It was about raising his daughter single-handedly, after losing his wife to cancer, and how "close up, human life is tragic, but from a distance, it’s funny."

I’m rather a messy shaver. Afraid I might get shaving cream on her dress, I said: “Please keep me company, Madeleine. But don’t get too close.” Then I laughed, realizing that what I’d said characterizes the nature of my adult relationships. Madeleine smiled up at me, and in my heart, I thought,
“Get as close as you like.”

For quite some time, New York magazine has been posting very entertaining sex diaries, where urbanites share some facts of life. Our favorite contributor has to be The Ex-Banker Living on Alcohol, Hook-ups, and Unemployment. Here's nearly 24 hours of that special kind of romance we are most fond of;

1 p.m. Wake up. I think I brought someone home though not really sure because he’s not here. I almost want to ask my doorman if I came home alone last night, but I make the executive decision not to.

8 p.m. Dinner with one of my old men. I am currently dating a few to finance my Manhattan meal plan. I promised myself the liquid diet, but not when you are having a free fabulous dinner at Del Posto. After dinner, mumble an excuse about not feeling well.

1 a.m. With friends at Marquee, where I catch the eye of a handsome boy in an Hermès tie and immediately start eye-B.J.-ing him. He is a 28-year-old M.D. who graduated from Yale. He buys me SoCo-lime shots and I tell him that 28 years old is too young to be an M.D. He responds that he’s just that good.

4 a.m. He asks me to come back to his place and I’m skeptical, but he says he lives on Park Avenue with his older brothers. He has me at “Park Avenue.”

5:30 a.m. Sitting in his penthouse apartment, he opens a bottle of Dom and we watch South Park—that should have been the first sign. We pass out in his room. I think we hook up.

DAY THREE
8 a.m. He freaks out and asks me to leave. When I get home, I look him up on Facebook and see that he graduated HIGH SCHOOL in 2009. He is 17 YEARS OLD and it was his parents’ penthouse.

Throughout the years we've learned that a smile is can often open seeming closed doors. And with a Yankee fever spreading more rapidly than the AH1N1, just keep those arms wide open, baby.

"Your ideals could actually be your greatest obstacle in the way to finding true love. Having a predetermined vision of what looks, characteristics or other attributes this person is supposed to have, and running around looking for them, will most likely not lead you to the love the is best for you."

We love taking advice from pretty boys, and yes, sometimes it is difficult to see the forest for all the trees.

Well, your shirt goes awfully well with the balloons below.
So, cheer up, handsome.

Seven days without boys makes one weak.

100 days of wonderful boys makes us shriek.
They range from a geek to a freak,
but never bleak or meek.
We continue to seek,
and although sometimes the eyes might leak,
we always reach for the peak.

Also, wet kisses and a big Thank You to the Cobra snake for unofficially doing a lot of the leg work and taking tonnes of great photos featuring all the American boys we could ever dream of.

A wise English lady once said "I have made a great discovery. What I love belongs to me. Not the chairs and tables in my house, but the masterpieces of the world. It is only a question of loving them enough."

We made a great discovery today, the Bee Gee's youngest brother called Andy. And nobody carries a lion mane like his brothers.

Who knows, maybe it's because we like hairy chests.

We've earlier stated our love for the blue jean jacket, and although you probably spend an excessive amount of time taking care of those bangs, there is a wonderful air of innocence about you.
Or it might just be that you look like a boy who really falls in love, and then writes sad British pop songs about it.

"I don't play games like that. I'm completely single. I'm very intelligent. I'm great in bed. I make great money. Believe it or not, I'm a complete catch."

Modesty can sometimes be overrated, but psychological normal is not how we would describe the, among other issues, slightly passive aggressive Dimitri. Hear the full story here.

Tony Ward is possibly the handsomest man on Earth. If you can justify Madonna's love, there is basically nothing left to prove.
But "I prefer to be a man," he says, "That means providing for my kids, teaching them about life, you know, stepping up to whatever comes your way."

Aaah, beard and brains. Our favorite combination.

The man unbuttons his pink shirt and takes of his track suit pants.
- Do you have anything I can wear?
She hands him a pair of leopard leggings.
He sprawls across the bed in a pose that would make Ron Jeremy and any big cat proud. She starts to undress.
- No, wait. Would you mind putting that back on?
I watch so much porn that I really appreciate to actually see girls with their underwear on.

Well, especially you to the left look like a man with the qualities of being both kind and gorgeous with those sparkling, we're guessing, green eyes. And because this is our pose of choice and we love the Japanese finger tricks too.

In one sense, Pattinson is almost too good looking to look good. He is not someone we would drool over in a bar, but just hanging out in Cape Cod, or wherever ocean side, courtesy of Vanity Fair, sounds like an OK Sunday.

We don't really know who this is, but he kind of looks like a very handsome guy we were introduced to last night. That man was called Richard and was sporting a knitted vest, made to order, from India.

Because today we found out there is something called venture philantrophy, and that's going to fund all our ideas in improving the world. You look more like a venture capitalist gone hipster, but that fine with us too.

Of course we love Miranda July! And since we're having something of a literature week on the blog, the master of storytelling ought to be present.

For the first six months I just walked around in a constant state of amazement. I looked at other couples and wondered how they could be so calm about it. They held hands as if the weren't holding hands. When Steve and I held hands, I had to keep looking down to marvel at it. There was my hand, the same hand I've always had - oh, but look! What is it holding? It's holding Steve's hand! Who is Steve? My three-dimensional boyfriend. Each day I wondered what would happen next. What happens when you stop wanting, when you are happy. I supposed I would go on being happy forever. I knew I would not mess things up by growing bored. I had done that once before.

Excerpt from Making Love in 2003, one of several short stories in the Nobel, Booker and Pulitzer Price winning No One Belongs Here More Than You.

Men in uniforms aren't necessarily a favorite of ours, unless the regimentals are Victorian and the man is our friend Rupert.

"motions to herself and says 'i have to fix this'. she points to her heart, i say 'now we ought to fix this'. she points to my head and says, 'for heavens sake, fix this'. a muted scene in thirds, with good intentions that spoil as a shopkeep sweeps the day before from the sidewalk to the street."

Tyler Magyar, we love the poet you are, in combination with the gourmand, explorer of the world, furniture maker, cookie baker, wine taster, and definitely all that meta-babble.

The brilliant Noah Baumbach, a handsome man himself, describes the evolution and decline of romance in a style of the "unpronounceable", "foodie guide book".
In The Zagat History of My Last Relationship he proves that there is a dining establishment for every step of the way.

...

THE CHICK & HEN
Perfect for breakfast “after sleeping together,” with “killer coffee” that will “help cure your seven-beer/three-aquavit hangover.” Not that you need it—your “amplified high spirits” after having had sex for the first time in “eight months” should do the trick.

DESARCINA’S
So what if she thought the movie was “pretentious and contrived” and you felt it was a “masterpiece” and are dying to inform her that “she doesn’t know what she’s talking about”? Remember, you were looking for a woman who wouldn’t “yes” you all the time. And after one bite of chef Leonard Desarcina’s “duck manqué” and a sip of the “generous” gin Margaritas you’ll start to see that she might have a point.

/.../

VANDERWEI’S
Be careful not to combine “four dry sakes” with your “creeping feeling of insecurity and dread,” or you might find yourself saying, “Wipe that damn grin off your face!” The bathrooms are “big and glamorous,” so you won’t mind spending an hour with your cheek pressed against the “cool tiled floor” after she “walks out.” And the hip East Village location can’t be beat, since her apartment is “within walking distance,” which makes it very convenient if you should choose to “lean on her buzzer for an hour” until she calls “the cops.”

Excerpt from The New Yorker, September 30th 2002.
And, Noah, we'll just cook for you at home instead.

We recently saw This Is It and besides dancing and singing like the king he is, MJ drops some good advice like;
"Bathe in the moonlight. Let it simmer", and,
"This is your time to shine. We will be right here for you."
He is also making a point that all constructive criticism is said with love and clearly spelling it out, L-O-V-E.

We're thinking that all that sparkling clothing makes the moonlight even brighter, and one thing is for sure; always push the boundaries. That's what Michael did.

His favorite thing about New York is "probably the overabundance of beautiful women in comparison to men." Well, Sam is gorgeous enough to count as at least ten guys, hence contributing to the establishment of some balance.

We love the name Bill. Bill Gates, Bill Clinton, Bill Shakespeare. Compared to the sensitive soul of Will, Bill is much more powerful and charming. Backyard Bill takes beautiful pictures of beautiful people and reminds us that an apartment in Brooklyn and a house in the Catskills, inhabited by a kind, bearded man, top our list.
(If speaking of worldly things).

As life has it, a singing poodle nails it down.
And we ask ourselves, are these criteria too much to ask for?

Daydreaming of Pacific islanders is much more easy at hand since we've entered the winter darkness. And you remind us of a guy we once liked. We had been living a block from each other on the same street for sixteen years and never met. When we finally did meet it seemed like a done deal, Rubik's cubes and all, but apparently that's not how it works.

Saturday eve,
Aug 14th, 1978

Allan-
Washington, D.C. is a city that should be visited frequently
or for an extended period of time. It's vibrant, alive, quick paced and pretty. I wanted to walk and walk, shop, stop, eat, look, rest, inspect, carouse - I will come back - I will go to New York, Paris, London, Chicago - someday - maybe.
I went to Bretano's book store - wonderful!
Have been locked inside Anaïs Nin + Henry Miller.
There is no place for me to crawl off and be alone (except in my books) but nonetheless the vacation is restful and interesting. Going to Virgina Beach in the morning.
I have so much to say but, alas, no way.

Judy

A passion for something, anything, is one of the most attractive characteristics we know.
Ben here likes to skate on water, gets to tie-dye stuff for Nike and has an wonderful smile under that nearly twenty moustache.
(And you could also be a younger version of the guy below.)

There is something slightly mischievous about you, and then there is something distinctly Californian. That combination can either mean good times or trouble, but we chose to opt for the former.

Or the latter.
Either way.

Because you'll always be Master Shakespeare to us.

Because for Halloween you dress up as Steve Martin. And because we appreciate the practicality of a party sized whiskey bottles.

Our brother told us an old Monty Python joke last week;

- We find your American beer a little like making love in a canoe.
- Making love in a canoe?
- Yeah, it's fucking close to water.

In an A-Z guide to relationships in Sweden, an American puts it down rather nicely. It goes a bit like this;

A) Meet at a mutual friend's party.

B) Get really, really drunk.

C) Make out. Sex is optional.

/.../

K) Repeat Step A.

L) Repeat Step B.

M) Repeat Step C, all the while pretending it never happened the first time.

The article is titled Dating in Sweden, which is quite misleading. We do not know of anybody who dates anyone in Stockholm, although, we have heard of a few that are into repetition.

Mexicans are one of our favorite nationalities, up there with the Danes and the British. Maybe its due to the fact that flying into Mexico City is like landing in an ocean of confetti, they excel in the art of enjoying life and, quite possibly, the dark eyes of Mr. Taco and Mr. Burrito above.

One of many good reason why we would rather be in Brooklyn right now.

Because boys and super-sized furry animals have a few things in common; if you are lucky you can win one, they are usually soft on the inside and always delightful to sleep next to.

We don't know how it would biologically possible to fail when mixing the genes of a Texan supermodel and a British loud-mouth, and apparently it works out very well. We give James an A+ and for a dose of proper English we recommend watching him talk about Batman and being painfully shy.

Art director Ruth Ansel knows we love scruffy men even more if they occasionally put on a tuxedo and buy us diamonds.

If the medium is the message, chalk is one hell of a medium.

Since you're obviously one of the most beautiful men we've seen.

"En norsk man i sina bästa år med en spjuveraktigt leende som först verkar rätt average skandinavman sådär, men sen kopplar han på charmen som typ får en falla som en norsk... björk?"

We don't watch TV and we're not sure about making out with Skavlan, but we do value the opinion of our readers and could possibly be up for a snuggle.

Apparently Elvis was training to be an electrician. "I suppose I got wired the wrong way round somewhere along the line." And although Vegas glitz is close to our hearts, the amps, volts, watts, and ohms of this King charming is even more obvious in casual attire.

Dating site okCupid analyzed 500,000 first contacts looking at key words and their response rates and we believe it is pretty applicable to life afk, away from keyboard, too. Although a 'Hello' and smile is sweet, the English language is equipped with opening phrases that needs a reply, hence starts a conversation.

Then again, we are in no position to hand out dating advice, but we do long for the day to say "You had me at What's up".

We're suffering from severe beard abstinence today.

What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss, that thrilling kiss

It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you




What a difference a night makes.

Sometimes we wish they all could be California boys.
Or in the case of this Z-Boy, relocating to Hawaii works as well.

RIP - He looks like a younger, nerdier Fares Fares

Stockholm, October 2009

We meet by coincidence a few weeks back at Riche.
Hadn't really thought about you at all and we smile at each other.
You're standing so close that I can feel your perfume stick to my clothes.

- So, have you acquired any gentleman-y skills since last time?
- No.

You ask what's going on in my life, what I'm doing tonight and tell me about your professional racquet ball career and a part time job as an accountant. We talk about ping pong and how much fun we had last time. We are clearly flirting with each other.

- Do you have a boyfriend?
- No. Do you have a girlfriend?
- No. (Pause.) Well, it's complicated. We are on a break.
- Aha, the famous 'break'. You know, I don't mind because it's not like I am gonna fall in love with you. I only want to sleep with you anyway.
- Really?
- Yeah, you can call me tomorrow, next week or the week after that. (We haven't learned to master the art of playing hard to get yet, and in this town we are happy with whatever is up for grabs.)
- I really appreciate the honesty, you say and laugh. Then you look up my number in your phone and I do the same, although I can't find you.
- I think I deleted it after last time.
You seem very surprised and suddenly you are a bit reluctant in giving it to me.
- Because of my whole girlfriend situation. You know it might not be so good if you text me.
- Well, at least I need to have it so I can see who's calling.

I get you number, we talk some more and then you are heading home.

Nina and I go to Spyan and as I am dancing I notice there aren't so many attractive guys and I have a distinct feeling that you wanted to go home with me tonight. But I am also just enjoying the prospect of our affiliation. So, I send a message saying;
"Hej och ursäkta för att jag kontaktar dig så sent. Vill bara upplysa om att firman snarast och oftast är i behov av dina administrativa tjänter. Mvh Xxxx AB"

You reply something like;
"Haha, I'm at Spy bar and I just saw you. That was a funny text but it's not working, I'm in love with my girlfriend."

At this point I ask myself why you just didn't come up and said 'Hi' or why you two hours ago said you did not have a romantic companion. But instead of being equally rude, I write back that "That's really wonderful and in that case I think you should be an ambassador for those couples how are actually in love. I just wanted to make out with you anyway."

I am having so much fun that when Nina leaves I decide to stay by myself at Spy bar. That in itself is an indication that you really should go home.

The next day around lunch I receive a text from you that might just be the most peculiar/appalling/funny thing we've ever received in an inbox;

"Hej Xxxx, jag har som sagt tjej. Bad dig å inte skicka sms ändå har du skickat. Radera mitt nummer är du snäll. Mvh Xxxx"

Although you might have had one Cuba libre too many,
we totally dig your hair and whatever conversation you are having with the floor.

True beauty can be defined in many ways, but in Orlando's case it is definitely the ability to look like a million different guys, all wonderfully make out-able.

This is old news for those who read blogs of New York ad men, but for the rest of us it remains timeless.

"When you introduce your child to the letters of the alphabet, you set the wheels in motion for further language development and other learning basics." We might just have re-learned our ABCs with Amazing, Brown-eyed boys and Champagne.

The colors of autumn leaves just got a lot brighter with this breathtaking beard-o. It is said that when good American die they go to Paris. Is it so then, that when good Americans regain consciousness they go to Stockholm?

If our name would be Alice, this seems pretty much like up-side-down-Wonderland.

Drinking beer on rooftops is one of our favorite activities and because checkered shirts face some competition from striped ones, but none from dotted.

Träffa just grannen i hissen och hon knäcker väder ice-breakern, "gud, vad kallt det är!" varpå jag svarar "men solen skiner iaf!"... Classic.
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"men i hissen är det hetare än någonsin" ..gör om, gör rätt! ;)

Hallelujah.

Aristotle said that we are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. Beside the point, sometimes we are just amazed by the beauty of Swedish boys.

To Kevin, June 9 at 9:02pm

Hey dude,
Hope all is well and the photo booth business is splendid. It’s not like I am impressed by your very gentlemanly behavior last week. Still, with the qualities of being a real American, having a car and being very handsome to look at I would enjoy hanging out with you (without the company of Jose, Dominican, Columbian or whatever shit the FDA recommends). I am almost certain you have plenty of other admirable character traits too. Take it easy. xoxox

From Kevin, June 9 at 11:41pm

Hey,
Thanks for writing.
Sure, we could hang some time.
Btw, did you get a morning after pill?

To Kevin, June 10 at 9:00pm

I did not and I am now pregnant with triplets. I've also filed for adoption of a boy from Malawi in your name. I hope you don't mind.

To Kevin, June 16 at 10:00pm

Hey dude,
My new number is 919 45x xxxx. Give me a call when you are in the city if you regain/acquire a sense of humor.
Kind regards, xoxo

Needless to say, we never heard from him again. And a sense of humor is still on the loose.

There was a baseball player in front of us at the supermarket in Vegas once and the only thing he bought was a gallon of full fat milk and three bars of Snickers. Then there is obviously something about the sport that created home runs.

Love is just a four-letter word, but it looks especially pretty on your hands. And our heart would look good in your hands too.

We like to keep our readers happy, and if they would ever be interested in extra marital affair these flaming lips are waiting, completely legitimate, in an ocean of confetti.

Already when you listened to metal and had long hair we knew you'd be handsome as a grown-up, goat herders are hot and by sipping Rioja you actually make the party straw glasses look good.

Imagine a company - top floor Soho office, always complimentary breakfast, sometimes beers and burgers in the afternoon, creative, inspiring and slightly crazy, converse-wearing people and staff competitions where you win round trip tickets within the continental US.

Now, imagine that a disproportionate amount of the employees are men in their most handsome years. Some skate, some bike, some fly airplanes to L.A. You could argue that it would be difficult to concentrate, but we work best in a stimulating environment.

The place exists, and although it might be an anomaly we have a crush on the entire bureau.

Anyone who makes our sisters happy and provides them with a wardrobe of glittery cardigans and blottare-jackets is a friend of ours. We do love the cheek bones, too.

Because at best, our wedding will also be "kul och skojigt" and nothing beats marrying a repeat button.

Because it seems as though you grew up in the Sherwood Forest and barely acclimatized to city life in the 21st Century.

Although the quality of the Swedish National Soccer Team has declined, they have never been this good-looking before. And our mentality is very much about looking at things from the bright side.

We are still wondering when the calling function of the phone went out of style. There is no such thing as hearing your voice in our ears.

Because a white t-shirt, jeans and a tan is all we ask for.

I'm sick and tired of the way that I feel,
I'm sick of dreaming and its never for real.
I'm all alone with my deep thoughts.
I'm all alone with my heartache and my good intentions.

I work to eat and drink and sleep just to live,
feels like I'm never getting back what I give.
I've got a sad song in my sweet heart.
and all I really ever need is some love and attention

The San Francisco boys in Girls know what we're talking about over here, and might just have made the best song of the year.

"Stahre brukar rita och spela skivor, och klappa på sin katt. han är ju snygg!" according to reliable sources.

Because Ryan Gosling deserves an Oscar for playing a crack smoking, Volvo driving and thermos drinking inner city teacher in Half Nelson, stealing every scene with his puppy eyes, sly smile and beard scratching during history class.

Just because.

Because there is something Mona Lisa-esque about your facial expression and by looking into your eyes we travel from Paris to the Middle East in no time.

Because it is hard to tell if you are seventeen or twenty-seven, a hipster or a brat, or just a pretty good in-between that goes well with rainy summers and folköl.

Muralist Steve Powers have an amazing ability to spell out romance in large letters. Besides for people to say "I wanna make out with you all the time", we love to hear "Anywhere is paradise with you" or "Meet me on fifty-second, if only for fifty seconds".

Very good looking bands #3 - Little Joy

One of the world's most beautiful, Fabrizio Moretti, increase the joy in this band with a drum stick or two and a bearded smile that confirms our belief that life really is a beach.

O Mistress Mine

O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

- William Shakespeare

As with below, there is something about dudes that we can't put our finger on, but we like Bud and just hanging out too.

We would just like to add; Hugs not drugs, Mr. Snow and you could've been The Grandmaster Dash for a lot longer.

Uh-oh, we have not felt this way about a guy we do not know anything about, besides working in a ecological kiosk and being incredibly handsome, for a very long time. We just have a really great feeling about it, and wonder what to do (or more likely, refrain from doing) to make this happen.

We agree to disagree, and stick with the now discontinued Alcohol Committee's directions for 80% ragga and 20% drinking.

Sometime after midnight;
Hej! Vad ska man göra för att få hångla med dig egentligen?

Sometime after waking up;
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