"last friday night..." i didn't dance on any table tops or take too many shots, instead i went home at 1:00, which is pretty early for a single 23 year old in sweden. i did go home a little giddy, though. it was the first time in a liong time that i had actually been out with the girls on a friday night. i never really go to "single-mingle" because i am 100% positive that i am not gonna be bringing any swedish boys home. the cultural differences of me growing up southern baptist are just to different from the swedish ways, and i really don't think they could handle how loud my personality is. truth. BUT, i spiced up my look a little bit anyways, just for kicks and giggles. i mean i even straightened my hair! crazy!
the evening went on as usual, we met at a classy bar for some wine and had a nice sit with great conversation, catching up on the week and aimless wanderings. nearing 10:30 we decided we were a bit tired and should probably head on home.
*sidenote-this is not lame. we are all three working with kids all day and it may not be a marathon, but it's just as mentally exhausting. trust me. end sidenote*
there was something in the air though, and so one of the girls and i decided to stay out for one more drink and people watching. we headed towards the block known for bars packed with a variety of different people. after elbows, puffy jackets, and bouncers, (it's pretty cold at night nowadays...freezing i mean) we finally managed to get inside and snag a beer. typically beer is NOT my thing, but it's alright after a couple glasses of "toscano rosso."
as we were two single girls, we started checking out some of the cuties. i was sad when i saw a group of super cute brits leave, thinking, "dangit, i should've made a move," but making the approach is still not my style. not a lot of effort come from the boys these days, and i honestly don't know what they are so scared of. when a girl is staring at you and smiles, that's your invitation. don't just stand there looking awkward or stare back and not walk over to her. but anyways, we had a good time making up stories belonging to groups of people. then came the yawns. ok, we're lame. let's ditch, but not before seeing the ladies room.
here is my moment: an old dude cuts in front of me and the guy behind him tells him off, and the guy behind me in fact is JOSH DUMAHL!
sike. that was last night's dream. but, the guy behind me did make the old creepy man leave. i simply thanked him in swedish (tack!), and he started a conversation:
"are you from göteborg?"
me-"yeah, i live here, but i'm actually from the states"
(p.s. all of this is in swedish, my other personality i've just happened to pick up on...it's cool because i can be anyone i want!! HA)
"excuse me? you're american? how many years have you been here?"
me-"oh, actually, it's only been 8 months..."
"that's impossible! how can you speak such good swedish?!"
(HA it worked! he thought i was swedish!)
me-"eh, i'm just good like that..." and there was my escape into the bathroom, leaving him no room for a reply, typical hard-to-get move.
and that was the end of that. i talked to one boy. for about 45 seconds. and for the record, he didn't look anything like josh dumahl. he's was blonde with light eyes, from what i could tell in the dim lights. swedes.
so the night was ending for the old gals, and we made our way out the door. a block later, i felt these hands on my shoulder and a "wait, wait, wait" ..........uummmmm...ok first of al..whoah where did you come from?! it was the dude from the bathroom queue!! and he was still in his t-shirt! did i mention it was freezing outside?!! all of a sudden this guy starts telling me that i can't leave, that i have to stay for one more drink so he could talk to me...i reply with: "actually, i can leave, and i have kids to go home to..." (oh, being an au pair, and all of this was still in swedish. impressed? lol). he was so stinking cute about it though, especially when he said, with shivering, praying hands, "please, i'm a really nice guy." i believed him, he seemed nice, but i was still going home, knowing that conversation would just be small talk (and the same story i've told everyone new i meet when i'm out). i really was tired, but he asked if i would be out next weekend and if he could have my number. i mean, the dude chased me down, if he was josh dumahl, it would've been the most precious "meet-cute" ever! i gave him my number, knowing that my phone was broken, and that i would never see him again, but in the moment, it was totally phone number worthy! AND a cute story!
what a great way to end a night! guess i don't have to be disappointed in you boys, after all.
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