This is a blog about men and love. It has filled a function of online therapy where we could put our energy, fascination and adoration of boys in a space where they were spared of dealing with it directly.

Three years later, we are no longer in the business of miserable infatuations and thus less inclined to keep the content fresh. The time has come to leave some things behind and move further into the constant now.

We're not saying that the world is running out of beautiful men, but our next venture is more likely to be called You wanna do me all the time, and will probably stay out of the blogosphere due to it's NSFW-ness.

Beauty is in the soul and measured in aliveness.
Once you realize that, loving is easy.

Because you are one of few Swedes who really turns us on. And because Walt Disney put it very well when he said: "We do not make movies to make money, we make money to make movies."

Because it looks like you have a Holy Bible-shaped lighter, hanging out at Sundance and behind your hazel eyes is a mind that think thoughts rarely thought. And because your aura is all-over bad-ass.

Because we adore dark curly hair, leather, extravagant wall paper, potato chips and Reese's peanut butter cups.

And because research has shown that the answer to the question "Do you like the taste of beer?" is more predictive than any other of whether you are willing to have sex on a first date.

Because surfer boys are like sea shells; pretty, salty and sprinkled across the shores. But instead of holding them to our ears we hear waves crashing simply by looking into their eyes.

Because we love an unshaved man in bright sunlight.

Because they great thing about June, July and August is not simply tanned arms, but as our friend the photograher put it; "Well, that's summer for ya, everyone is happy and horny".

Although there is no valid reason for people to change behaviour, the vast majority seem to be closing up their physical and emotional candy stores as September moves forward. This saddens us. And how exactly do you plan to survive winter then?

Keep the sweetness burning.

Because Swedish men are so wholesome, sweet and trustworthy that we keep falling in love with a few of them each week. Americans are weird (in the good way) and intriguing, which is fun, but in most cases they turn out to be completely screwed (in the bad way). Whereas there is something about our own countrymen that just makes us want to move in and have babies.

We seldom come across really elegant men, or at least not as often as one would like. So in this case we might just wanna hold hands and waste Friday nights with you.