But alas, a few observations.

The underwear walk. Porbjörn and his roommates have a tendency of walking around the house early in the morning (or late night) in a t-shirt and boxer briefs. Having girls around don’t matter; it’s our problem if we get embarrassed. He explained once, “don’t look,” then added, “silly Americans, scared of boys in underwear.” Now I don’t mind but the first I saw this, I was a bit embarrassed and shy. Where am I supposed to look??

Settling the bills. They keep immaculate records of who pays what, where, when, how much and then divvy up the receipts accordingly. Good for me then, because I can be a be slack on keeping track.

Keep the house tidy. They are four boys, and dammit they will keep it clean. Dishes done after dinner, table cleaned. Shoes are neatly piled at the doorway entrance (they may live in the US but no shoes in the house). Counter tops always clean. Not so much after my initial presence in the house was to impress more than maintain as standard. Bathrooms are washed down every week or so. No need to worry about smelly, dirty bachelor pad in this house. So true so true.

Discussing things to death. Swedes love to discuss. Swedes also love to ponder decisions. Put the two together and sometimes it can take awhile before anything happens. I have to admit though, they do their research before making a serious decision. I found the American Swedes to be more changing and quick to decisions than the Swedish Swedes.

I find you extremeley adorable. You look beautiful in your mermaid dress. I would like to chat and get to know you. You seem fun.
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I love your profile.

So funny, and cute, yet leaves you wanting more.

I am just sorry that I will not get to hear all your different accents.
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Hmmm… now I am curious: what do you shoot, exactly? Portraits? Weddings? Bears? Portraits of bears getting married (in Vegas, of course, by a preacher-alligator-Elvis-lookalike with a slobbery cigar hanging from his lips and a half-eaten sandwich stuck in his giant sideburns)? What a shot that would be!

Wooo! Looks like you caught me in the midst of my midnightly madness! Don’t take me too seriously though; I’ll be here all night. Well not really, actually I’m going to bed. So please, take me as seriously serious as possible.
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…dish, dish! Tell all. That’s a heck of a dress, by the way…
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Ooh, a D200. Now I am jealous (my D70 gets a good workout, but it’s just not the same). That’s awesome that you shoot for a living. I’m curious what you shoot. I’m also curious about that dress. Hot. ;-)
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[someone wrote asking if i'd be willing to receive erotic emails...ummm no. that is so gross. am i married to you? no? then i'm not having those conversations with you]
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At a bar in SF:
A gem like you couldn’t stay hidden in NY forever

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On match.se:
if u like sex let me know
(first creepy swede i have ever encountered…ewwwwwww)

We all say crazy stuff, so men please don’t take it personally. I know women are very capable of doing/saying insane things.