Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Needless to say, we woke up as the big winners. Or maybe it is just true, that blondes really do have more fun.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Marianne har nog dejtat hundratals män från nätet vid det här laget, tror hon. I princip har det bara resulterat i lika många kaffe latte på olika kaféer. [That's a lot of coffee]
– Attraktion fanns, men sexuellt blev det en katastrof.
I hans huvud fanns inget annat än att pumpa in och ut.
Jag blir trött och deprimerad av att inte kunna träffa en riktig själsfrände, säger Marianne.
We wish Marianne good luck and would like to point out that the key to happiness is first and foremost to fall in love with yourself. And believing that the children are our future.
Friday, August 13, 2010
you really should change the title of your blog to 'mildly attractive hipsters with varying degrees of facial hair and expressions that denote disregard for social norms.' its long, but accuracy is important, you know.
Thank you very much for reaching out and your most constructive feedback. Since I am assuming that you are a straight man; your suggested titel might be more appropriate. But the truth is that we really do wanna make out with these guys all the time, hence the current titel will continue to be in use for at least an unforseeable future. I hope you do not feel that your time was spent in vain and let's see if we will have the pleasure to make out sometime.
If feeling inclined to do so, please like us on facebook.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Swedes however, do not see the clear sequence of events;
a) After jitterbugging and slow dancing to Ray Charles and Love Will Tear Us Apart, the most natural thing is of course to sit down and make out, not complain about being dizzy, excuse yourself to use the men's room and then disappear.
b) Or after giving us a bike ride across town while the summer rain is pouring down, you might want to share a kiss in the midnight darkness instead of just waving good-bye and jumping into a taxi cab.
Another way of putting it is like advertising guru Paul Arden;
"Don't look for the next opportunity.
The one you have in hand is the opportunity."
Shy/lame/wonderful people everywhere, take note.
Since there are no good looking men in Swedish politics, we'll keep our summer spirit with some sun-kissed party makers instead.
Monday, August 9, 2010
What was your biggest dream as a teenager?
Alex: I was pretty stupid really. I just wanted to hang out with my friends and drink beer.
Like everyone, really.
Victoria: I definitely wondered about the future but I think I also just wanted to be in love. I just really wanted a boy to be in love with me. I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t happen.
Alex (laughing): And it will never happen!
Victoria (laughing): Yeah, I just wanted to kiss and make out basically.
Monday, August 2, 2010
We will be making out all the time.
- Did you just hear what you said?
There is no such thing. That's like saying you wanna breath too much.
To be fair, the guy said he was an asshole from the beginning. We do not fully agree, but there is definitely a fine line between that and being plain stupid.
Chance and chance alone has a message for us. Everything that occurs out of neccesity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute. Only chance can speak to us.
What is flirtation? One might say that it is behaviour leading another to believe that sexual intimacy is possible, while preventing that possibility from becoming a certainty. In other words, flirting is the promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.
Does he love me? Does he love anyone more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves up to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
- I'm twenty-seven.
- Damn. I was hoping you were gonna be twenty-two or something.
We believe that this is what is called a backhanded compliment. It is assumed to be flattering looking younger than you are, but apparently the nightly adventures becomes less of a good story if you are more similar in age. Ah, American gentlemen.