Because a tan and stripes is a very good combination. And with that cool air of an American dude, it reminds us of the male character from One Day, David Nicholls' best-selling love story which contains several grains of truth.

He wonders if he still might tell her that he loves her or, more tentatively, that he 'thinks he might be in love with her', which is both more touching and easier to back out of.
/.../

He picks up the phone. He is frankly drunk now, and with drunkenness has come the old compulsion: to say something stupid to an attractive woman.

And from the leading lady;

'Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.'
/.../

'Oxfordshire. Very nice,' she said, privately mortified at the speed with which initimacy evaporates, to be replaced by small talk. Last night they had said and done all those things, and now they were like strangers in a bus queue. The mistake she had made was to fall asleep and break the spell. If they had stayed awake, they might still have been kissing now, but instead it was all over and she found herself saying; 'How long will that take then? To Oxfordshire?'

They met at the Swedish Chamber of Commerce's crayfish party. To him, a casual affair. Forgetting that's how all great love stories begin.

Give us 140 characters and that's the story. We've met a man who we could, and have, easily write the world's longest novel on his virtues and beauty, how calm and beautiful he makes us feel, and how in our heart of hearts we just know that two old souls has met again. Of course, this freaks guys out. We ought to know that by now. But we are humans, acting in self-interest, sometimes stupidly so, and if our romantic pursuits have come to anything it is courting this man until he realizes that his future happiness depends on it. Frankly, my dear, we have never been so sure of anything before.

Possibly the most insightful/over-analytical rejection we've ever recieved.

Sunday, August 21, 2011, 02:45 am

Dear xxxxx. It makes me very, very sad that whatever mis-communication we've had has been received in a certain way. I think you are one of the most beautiful, interesting and intriguing people I've met. All I want to do is to have you for myself an kiss you in the shadows of the skyscrapers. I feel a rare connection when I look into your eyes, but maybe that is an illusion. Please let me know if I'm right or wrong. Silence will be translated in 'fuck off". X

Sunday, August 21, 2011, 01.23 pm

Xxxx --


You are a darling. Your honesty and "just do it" or "just say it" approach to life are remarkable. I really respect and appreciate these qualities in you. Your positivism is as well 'super awesome'.


Yes, I think there has been some miscommunication between the two of us. I did always feel something special (different might be a better word) with you. You are weird across the board though (even weirder than me I dare say; which is saying something) and so...I just took it as part of that weirdness. I'm not sure. I think (the whole eye thing) was me trying to perceive what the fuck you were thinking. One minute I would think that you liked me but then the next I would think that you thought all that I was a facade and behind it all there was in actuality nothing (of respect); to which you reveled in knowing that I was but a fraud. I'm exaggerating but needless to say I had no idea what you thought and after a while I just didn't fucking care because I basically thought you were insane (and I know who I am and I am increasingly resilient to not caring what other people think of me). I I left it because relations between the two of us normally were fine. There wasn't anything that affected our relationship as friends or as 'professional colleagues'. Beyond that, whatever else that was going on in your head just didn't feel worth the effort of trying to figure out or perhaps more appropriately it didn't feel worth the effort because it seemed like literally like an unsolvable riddle. I apologize for not being more forward in communicating this sense of confusion. You seem like a smart girl so I felt like you must be semi cognizant that you were giving me messages that were all over the board. So, as it turns out it is all just your sense of my humour and my poor sense of humour as you like to think just wasn't able to interpret or pick up on that humour. Anyway....


So...I don't really want all this to interfere what we do have. To be clear, no, I don't want to make out. But I do want to hang out. You're great and I think you know this. Know it better than ever.


=> When would work for you to go check out this Thoreau Centre this coming week?

all the best,

Xxxxx

Because we love waking up and find several missed calls from old male acquaintances. It makes us rather suprised though if it is 5 calls and 3 messages from a man whom we met last fall and when last we were in touch around Christmas, he said that he had made a resolution not to drink during all of 2011 and wished me the best of times. The first message was quite plain "We're having an after party, you should come. Come!" The second one said "Fuck Ernst & Young. You can do so much better than that" (We do not work at Ernst & Young.) And the last one: "I know you like to talk politics. I know you like politics. I do not like politics. But maybe we can meet halfway? Ok? Call me."

The optimist is convinced that this guy has not been drinking for half a year and once the alcohol starts kicking in, he builds up the courage to call the girl he has been thinking about for the past six months. The realist in us is quite certain that he is mixing us up with someone else, who works at Ernst & Young, or likes to talk extensively about politics.

So, naturally, we call him up to hear what this is all about, and yes, of course he wanted to talk to us. Slightly ashamed of not keeping his promise of sobriety, he was quite sweet and we ended saying that we would be in touch later on.

Later that week, I texted to know what he was up to, without getting a reply.

Then we wake up at out country house yesterday morning, with six new missed calls from the same dude, all dialed between 06:22 and 06:35 am. This time there is only one voice mail "Hi Emma (that's not our name). I'm willing to go home to you now. Call me."

Not romance in it's most rose scented or star gazing way. To be fair, the timing could have been better since he caught us at point in time when we are slightly tired of this sort of thing, but come on. Then around lunch he gives us a call to apologize, said that it's the hard liquor that drives you mad and am I married? Because he sense that I am a kind, relaxed and a very unusual girl that he would like to know better. Well, we'll see.

The Atlantic has a wonderful advice columm called What's Your Problem? In the July/August issue Jeffrey Goldberg gives a wonderfully clear headed view on the holy matrimony;

Why are women still more interested in marriage than men are, even after reality checks like Tiger Woods and Jesse James? (note: for those unfamiliar with US celebrity gossip, Mr, James is Sandra Bullocks cheating husband)
E.M., Bayonne, N.J.

Dear E.M.,
Because most men are not named after carnivorous jungle cats or homocidal bank robbers. This gives women a false sense of security. /.../ To your larger question, many women remain interested in marriage because they are under the impression that it guarantees them a patient, sensitive and emotionally available conversation partner for life.

We'd say marriage is great for accquiring cooler last names, fancy jewellery, tax benefits, having a big party and look forward to calling someone "Our Husband".

One of the best pieces of literature in the field of making out is DSL 55's Making Out pamphlet. Fritzi Adelman sums up our worldview brilliantly in the A to Z's of making out;

The first thing to know is that girls love making out. It's our way to get it on with anyone. Even with guys who don't care about u (who we don't really like anyway) and not feel that emotional emptiness we would feel after doing it with them. It doesn't mean that we aren't thinking about getting laid as much as you and your guy friends, it's just that making out is fun without becoming emotionally attached and all those other complicated things only girls feel.

Here is a tip from one of our favorite friends: "It is not about "seducing" men. It is more about learning to handle your liquor."

In one sense there's a valid point there, but we're aiming at the daytime, sitting-next-to-someone-in-a-plane ensnaring. Still, it is more valid advice than the completely revolutionary How to Seduce a Man: Be a Sexy Alpha Female; "Rule 4. Have your own mind and provide mental stimulation."

Another favorite from Craig's List. Someone who quite clearly disagrees with Goethe's saying that "a master first shows himself in self-limitation". Then again, if you know what you're looking for you might as well just spell it out.

Are you the one? (East Harlem)

You have the most beautiful smile... your shyness makes you lift your hand to your face. You wake me up with a kiss and we make love. You think I'm addicted to coffee. You love my hands; hold them all the time. you always play with my hair. You look great in dark colors. Especially blue and Black. you very intelligent. and passionate about what you do ..and when something happens or that your excited about you ramble like a mad man .. you love listening to me. You love rainy days as much as I do.. like to stand out and smell the rain. You like to play music and grabbing me to dance with you. You love being comfortable in your jeans and t-shirt.. just watching a movie or some type of documentary ..which I might find extremely boring. We kiss all the time.. you’re so passionate. You like to make love in the most unusual places.. you love the fact that I have no problem with that. You snore... but i like it. You motivate me to be a better person.. you inspire me to be creative. You are not afraid to cry. You love my friends. they love you too. We enjoy Sat morning cartoons and cereal. Your always teaching me something new. You calm me when I’m angry ..we can never stay mad at each other for too long. You have a job you love doing. You wake me up early because you think we should go somewhere.. I love that your spontaneous. You drive me crazy when you leave the paper everywhere. You have the most dreamy eyes.. and you moan when we kiss deeply. You love to travel. You always remember the important dates. You like to stay in shape.. which inspires me to do the same. You like my cooking. You like watching "heroes" with me. You are always cuddling with me. You’re not a quitter. You were not afraid to tell me you had fallen in love with me very early after we met. I love your mouth. Your hard working.. serious ..determined. Don't believe in bullshitting. Your goofy and your sense of humor is as twisted as mine. You call me up to say I love you when I least expect it. You love Italian food! You sing at me even though it's so painful..loll I love the way you smell. You love watching live concerts at the park. Your nice sexy womanly voice drives me nuts. You like that I’m black, you think it’s hot.
In case you were wondering...
I recycle
I put the toilet seat down...
I am from Africa
I Got a fun job
I like movies
I love to cook
I am compassionate
my friends love me
I speak more than one language
I travelled to every continent on the planet except Antarctica
I love to explore
I am very rarely sick
I love meeting people
I am not afraid to commit
I am very organized
I love making lists
I am generous
I am not racially prejudiced
I eat spicy food
I love beaches and mountain
I try to save the planet every day
I take a shower every day, even twice a day
I never beat a women
I don't snore (much)
I will always answer honestly, if you ask me
I have no drama
I will laugh at every joke, even when it is not funny
I eat vegetarian
I don't litter
I look both ways before I cross the street
I wash my hands when I get home
It gets better every time
I am handsome, and funny
I like laughing about myself
I stop and ask for directions
I try not to pick my nose or butt in public
I like Frank Zappa
I can stay up all night and talk about Life, the Universe and Everything
I believe in honesty and trust
I know you’re out there... I know you have felt the same. I have been thinking of you ..missing you..wanting you. Please find me...


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Vi sågs senast på Cinderella, för några år sedan. Ditt namn börjar på S och är populärt i Ryssland. Vi hade preliminärt planerat att ses på Münchenbryggeriet. Saknar dig. Kanske kan vi träffas, om du fortfarande är fri. (Sto 173817)

Sanning eller konke. Sanning är att jag är 47/185/78, cendré, med ärliga, blåa ögon. Vill gärna träffa en tös med trevligt inre och yttre i passande ålder. Konsekvenserna av det vet jag ännu inte. (Sto 173788)

Känner du dig som en hund som sitter på månen och skäller på jorden, när du tänker på din längtan efter en kvinna och kärlek? Kvinna, 47 år, väntar. (Sto 173849)