We went to a seminar earlier this summer that stated the importance of feeling suprised, because all to often we are caught in the same routines and think we know it all. Imagine our suprise then when Stockholm decides to throw us a record breaking make out evening with the most beautiful boy we ever kissed, a second man that charmingly picked us up while we were unlocking the bike, who we then gave a ride to Nybroviken (since it had to be romantic even though it was a 5am pick up) and while we are debating which place to go back to (His argument: "Det är ingen bra idé. Jag kommer ha ångest oavsett om vi går hem till dig, mig eller om jag vaknar själv i morgonbitti") a new acquaintance from the previous Wednesday night gives us a ring and wonders if he can come over. "Well, of course, see you in twenty minutes!" Turns out though, that mediocre things don't come easy. Seven (incoming) phone calls and two and a half hours later, he eventually shows up, having spoiled all chances of getting laid. Our hugs not drugs policy required an explanation, and resulted in a confession: apparently, taking your friend's ADHD medication slows down your mental capacity and clearly leads you to completely misinterpret the term booty call.

Needless to say, we woke up as the big winners. Or maybe it is just true, that blondes really do have more fun.

Because life can't be fun and games all the time, but smiling clearly makes things a lot more delightful. Or as Mark Twain put it; "The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter."

Because we love crayfish parties, end of summer wool sweaters in combination with a tan, surfer hair, a mustache, beards (still) and creative head gear. We also had the pleasure to wake up next to a white-man-over-thirty in our make out closet who looks a bit like you.

More of an inspirational piece, but we doubt there are better ways of greeting a new day than in the interior design version of a pistachio macaron and spend the rest of your life in a French chateau with these boys.

Because we have a crush on you! And you are awesome and play great music and have some really nice bracelets. And you made our Wednesday night when we got to slow dance to Save The Best For Last.

Todays newspaper had a interview with a 62-year-old woman looking for love. It is part of a series called Lust and Desire 50+ and went under the headline "Unga män på nätet vill bara ha sex". Our top three favorite quotes from this piece of deep digging journalism are as follows;

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.

Because, in the words of Isabel Allende; only a fearless and determined heart will get the gold medal.

Change the title

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.

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Dear Gabriel,

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.


Kind regards,
IWMOWYATT

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Well, why, we simply love beautiful young men in white lace and white teeth. And the long-hair-and-mustache-combo is making a doublelicious come back on our list.

In business class we learnt that opportunity is always knocking, but are you listening? The art of making out is indeed very much about seizing opportunities, something that might explain why we are more compatible with the entrepreneurial Americans.
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.

Because you're cute. And because we got a very nice compliment the other day when our ability to write poems for random people was deemed a more entertaining party trick than the iPhone aura photo application.

At our dad's cocktail party we overheard a gentleman comparing politics to boxing; "It's not how good you are at hitting somebody, but rather how well you can take the punches."

Since there are no good looking men in Swedish politics, we'll keep our summer spirit with some sun-kissed party makers instead.

Because happiness is to have your name saved in someone's phone book followed by a ♥.

Because we like beaches, we like houses, we like 'sup mag, we like beards, we like long hair, we like likeminded and we like shameless self-promotion. And we are especially fond of moments when all of these come together;

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!

Awww.
Victoria (laughing): Yeah, I just wanted to kiss and make out basically.

Excerpt from 'SUP Magazine 22, Beach House interview by Laura Martin, photography by David Ellison.

We were, like many notable creatures like Barack Obama and Louis Armstrong, and maybe even this pair of free spirited dudes, born on August 4th. If you happen to be in Brooklyn, please join us in celebrating our first birthday at Enid's this Wednesday from 7 pm.
We will be making out all the time.

- You wanna make out too much.
- 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.

Because RSVP-ing is not your thing.

We just finished Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being and let us share a few of the more memorable quotes concerning our favorite topics;

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.

Because if there is one thing we have to pick, that we love the most, about New York City - it has to be the human capital. Especially the abundance of gorgeous music men with beards. This, in combination with sunny days and warm night is simply irresistible, and we are once again convinced that Heaven is right here on Earth.

Because you are the favorite person of our favorite Greenpoint native, who happens to have a happy birthday today. And because our relationship with Rockaway Beach is like a love story. It fills our lungs with fresh air, we are reborn after every dip in the salty waves, and it just gets more beautiful every time we go there.

- How old are you?
- 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.

Because we are sure you made that smokey-dijon-honey-chipotle bbq marinade with your own hands, that you went surfing today, have a dog, a sports car and that the Bud is cold as ice. And because this is what we envision when we dream of American men.

Because it looks like you are in a Havana prison and we are always in the mood for cheering up hairy men with white teeth. Although, this might go against our new favorite t-shirt print;
"Make someone happy. Mind your own business."

När jag var ung
var det ännu attraktivt att
inte vilja ha någon annan
så mycket
Nu när jag är äldre
är det gudskelov tvärtom
att den som verkligen förmår att älska
också är den som blir det.

Tror jag.

Bob Hansson - Här är vi, 2004

More proof that a beard makes men look even better. And because the Phil Collin's album No Jacket Required has a delightful selection of titles such as - Long Long Way To Go, Don't Loose My Number, Doesn't Anybody Stay Together Anymore and Take Me Home.

Because when changing trains we got a pamphlet from some Latter Day Saint-type with the title AIDS and the BLOOD. In it you could read some very riveting information;

If you get AIDS, death is sure. [Compared to our otherwise eternal lives.] However, there is something at work in your body right now that is deadlier than AIDS. The Bible calls it SIN -- and it is in your blood.

Yes, we can feel it pumping in our veins and boy, do we love it!

NOTE TO SELF; Last night we made out with one of the guys featured on the blog. We congratulate ourselves, almost a year into the project, for achieving such ground breaking progress.

Naturally we wanted more, so as the taxi pulled over outside our house we suggested that he and his luscious lips join us upstairs.
"I have to work tomorrow."
Fair enough at 4 am on a Wednesday night, but how about going back to your place then?
"I have to beat you at tennis first", he said.

Strangest thing we have ever heard and, seriously, that's not gonna happen.

Well, let's see. Maybe because you look like a cowboy outlaw with a heart made of cotton candy. Or because we just read about the myth of rich, liberal states and poor, conservatives states.

In fact, if only the richest Americans would vote, the Democrats would win no more than four states; Massachusetts, New York, Conneticut and California. Whereas if only the poorest Americans would vote, the Republicans would win merely two states; Idaho and Wyoming.

Because from now on, a double rainbow will be synonymous with joy beyond words. And a double set of dark hair and shirts in the color of the sky isn't anything to complain about either.

Because Rockaway beach got closed down today due to sharks in the water, and we see tendencies of the turn-of-the-century male fashion being challenged by the more casual tropical look. Although we love beards, nothing beats the cocktail lounge feeling of hawaiian shirts, a moustache and tanned legs. Or maybe it is simply the overwhelming feeling of summer that is getting to us.

Because being Scandinavian is a priceless asset in the dungeons of America. And although our male counterparts seem to offer a sense of humor, calm and stable lives, spiced with creativity and a contemporary view on equality, we still haven't satisfied our apetite for Yankees and simply keep dreams of a Danish husband floating in the distant future.

i awoke from my blackout and found your card in my back pocket.
thanks

C
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Hey Christian,

How are you? I got the impression that you might be running low on your Life is wonderful-energy. Then again, you were probably just bullshitting me.

Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for being so good looking.
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bullshitting? hmmmm. im still alive so who can say. energies do move around though.
thank you.
c
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHWeuQyFouo

xoxo

Our favorite drinking buddy later reprimanded us for sending a Bee Gee's song to someone slightly suicidal, saying "That's horrible." But we just love Texans and would do anything to cheer them up.

We don't know if it is the slightly rolled up sleeves, the tanned arms, the beautiful jawline, the dark curls or the wonderful hair piece, all your hot friends in the background, the California sunshine, or the way you seem so at ease with life, but dude, you are gorgeous.

These boys are certainly a sure sign of a good time, which also happen to be the message plastered across New York City subways promoting light beer. Not seeing the point over exposure to Bud Light, our friend, the culture and media expert, laid it down for us; "Well, it's summer you know. People don't want to be fat. They wanna drink beer."

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".

Because nobody is better at living life than you are. And we just realized that it is not realistic to be realistic. The universe simply knows so much more than you do, and by thinking you've taking everything into account is simply foolish.

Oh boy, do we love the Americans! Once again are we in our prime element, and filling up the lungs with the oxygen of life.
If people call us Sweet in Sweden, our newly required nicknames are Crazy and Trouble.
- I can tell that you are trouble.
- No, I'm not. I'm a ray of sunlight.

Then again, it is the whole issue of values, where the Yankees have a peculiar tendency to put money and work before friends, family and lovers. And from that point of view, being exposed to unconditional love, however briefly, might be very troublesome for, say, future existence.

What can we say, besides throwing around some wise quotes;
"You can either be miserable or happy. The work is the same, the choice is yours."

Because pretty boys who wear cardigans and make music, only strengthen our belief that all we need in life is a dancing partner.

Because a passion for sports, dark eyes and handsomeness is unbeatable. And the World Cup in soccer is always an indicator of a fantastic summer; the weather is exceptional, daytime drinking is encouraged and the world unites in a celebration of strength, endurance and creative play. Concerning our June - August, we're aiming to redefine the term Boys of Summer.