Italian lover wanted.
Damnit. Damnitdamnitdamnit.
Okay. Am I really gross or something? Am I like, totally unlovable in this snowy country up in nowhere? Seriously, I feel so outa place.
I was over in the States for four weeks. That's how I started the summer vacation. And it was the greatest start. Because over there I'm the Sweet Swede and people enjoy me being in the room.
"Oh, you're from SWEDEN? Please, step on in, we saved a seat for you! Groar!"
Over here? Nothing. Not even a damn whistle. No looks. Oh yeah, I get the looks. The: "What the fudge are you wearing? Is that BLACK? Is that a SMILE on your face? Damn you, rot in a cave somewhere"-look.
Oh, but the States. You have smeet Italian guys who are backpacking and who are called Luigi and who go to museums. GAH. Give me him now.
Because I've tried this stupid Sweden thing for two weeks now. I haven't even gotten a smile. Or, yeah I have.. But not THAT smile, the "Oh dear, you are so beautiful. Sure, this can't be the last time we meet?"-smile.
Sure, I've gotten smiles.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I made out with you a while back but I don't see you the same way now"-smile.
"Ohno, not you again.. I thought I told you..? Well, allright. Hello to you too"-smile.
"Oh yeah, sure. YESTERDAY I was all over you and encouraged you to do lot's of stuff. But that was before I told you I have a girlfriend. It was just something to do yesterday"-smile.
Damnitdamnitdamnit.
Give me my Italian Lover.
Okay. Am I really gross or something? Am I like, totally unlovable in this snowy country up in nowhere? Seriously, I feel so outa place.
I was over in the States for four weeks. That's how I started the summer vacation. And it was the greatest start. Because over there I'm the Sweet Swede and people enjoy me being in the room.
"Oh, you're from SWEDEN? Please, step on in, we saved a seat for you! Groar!"
Over here? Nothing. Not even a damn whistle. No looks. Oh yeah, I get the looks. The: "What the fudge are you wearing? Is that BLACK? Is that a SMILE on your face? Damn you, rot in a cave somewhere"-look.
Oh, but the States. You have smeet Italian guys who are backpacking and who are called Luigi and who go to museums. GAH. Give me him now.
Because I've tried this stupid Sweden thing for two weeks now. I haven't even gotten a smile. Or, yeah I have.. But not THAT smile, the "Oh dear, you are so beautiful. Sure, this can't be the last time we meet?"-smile.
Sure, I've gotten smiles.
"Oh, I'm sorry... I made out with you a while back but I don't see you the same way now"-smile.
"Ohno, not you again.. I thought I told you..? Well, allright. Hello to you too"-smile.
"Oh yeah, sure. YESTERDAY I was all over you and encouraged you to do lot's of stuff. But that was before I told you I have a girlfriend. It was just something to do yesterday"-smile.
Damnitdamnitdamnit.
Give me my Italian Lover.
posted by em0 at 12:29 fm
1 Comments:
Oh, no! And you're totally right--Americans LOVE Swedes. Anyone from that whole area, actually. We consider your culture superior, and we want to be like you, but without all the cold weather. As for those Italian backpackers, where were you? Because it wasn't in my town!
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