It snowed today. Yes, winter is desperately trying to prove herself worthy of being called winter. And she did a fine job today; the snow remained throughout the morning. I loved it; walking down the street bundled up while large, beautiful white flakes fall onto your hair and coat is majestic. The surrounding trees, fences, cars, and grass covered in white fluff makes everything more romantic. Truly. Snow is romantic. For those who live in the northern states or snow filled areas of the world, there isn’t anything more beautiful than watching the earth be covered in powdered sugar while you enjoy a hot chocolate and a book inside.
But moving on to the second part of title: love. It is a strong word but there is no word between ‘like’ and ‘love.’ (Seems like there is a good market opportunity out there for someone to create such a word.) I came to a sad realization yesterday; someone I had pined for the past six months no longer reciprocated those feelings. He said he had the same feelings and continued flirting during this time. And he was overly friendly, always helping me with whatever I needed if it related to Sweden. (Yes, he is Swedish and yes, he is from Stockholm.) I know Swedes are known to partake in careless, uninhibited flirting, but he crossed the line. Where? It doesn’t matter, one knows. Nevertheless, I felt cheated and taken advantage of, some signs are universal and whether he knew it or not, he continued showing interested despite having a girlfriend. Now, I pondered whether to bring him up in my blog because a certain amount of his privacy would be divulged. Then I decided, it is my life too and if anything, I do write about the Swedish male mind and here indeed is the perfect specimen. You can look forward to posts about him and the twisted, albeit entertaining Swedish male in the future.
Ending the drama with him is a relief. He tore me apart for six months and to go on any longer was ridiculous. Like my friends said, “it’s his loss and his fear to do something new that ended it.” So fine, it’s done and I can move on in peace (maybe a slap to him would be helpful). I can rise from the ashes in every way possible. Today it is my time to shine without a crutch of a male to push me aside as a second. I gave up everything I had to move to Sweden and I deserve what I strive for in this new life. A new job, grad school, friends, home are my priorities. Definitely I will not say no to the fika or a “date” (hey, this blog is about hunting the swedish male) but it is no longer my priority. The phoenix imploded after having her heart broken again and she has returned to a new life.
That’s why I didn’t move to Iceland! HAHA.
I think all the darkness makes you poor vikings a bit crazy too. Poor boys…
Winter is masculine in Icelandic and there’s actually nothing soft and romantic about the cold, snow and winter once you move far enough north. The viking tradtion had it that the bad place to go after you died was a cold place:-) Just goes to show how much your environment will affect you I guess.
Hi :) I stumbled upon your blog while trying to research and better understand the Swedish Mans heart….I too am in love with a swed. He is very hard to figure out and it makes me sooooo frustrated, but yet I am still in love with him. I feel very drawn to your blog because I also spent some time living in France and now am back here in the U.S. I am contemplating on moving to sweden, because I love the people and find the culture very exotic. As far as reading about your ex-swed, it really evoked strong feelings in my about my swed. What is wrong with them being so scared of something new!?!?!?!!? His loss, you sound like a very awesome person :) I enjoy reading your blog so please keep it going :)
Kram