Today's Boktips

AHHH the enjoyment of proper Chicklit that only has reviews on the cover from Cosmopolitan and InStyle.

For a good laugh, read "50 ways to find your lover" by Lucy-Anne Holmes.

It's about a single girl around 30 years old, who blogs and is a struggling actress.

Nothing is new. Which is why I like it. Simple pleasures.


(boktips = book recommendation)

It's complicated...

...it always is, that's just the way things goooooo.

So sings the profound poet David Guetta, or rather his vocalist Kelly Rowland.

And it's very true. I have a loooong row of complicated [relationship] situations around me -- married people, children, living in different parts of the world, age difference etc etc. But they all work it out. Because they are in love. In loooooooooooove.

I feel romantic and would loooooooooove to fall in love and deal with complications and be headless and just make it work.

Mr Complicated -- viens! je suis ready.

xx

Neighbourhood watch

Hot guy next door. Young, but muscular and fit. Why not have some entertainment "in da house" I think?

Because it can seriously mess things up.

Who cares.

Earning Tant-points?

I have an enormous (especially relative the size of my bachelorette-pad) terrasse to my flat. And the garden of the house is more or less mine since I am the only one with direct access to it. And as seems to be the syndrome of most people who just been introduced to gardening, this is now taking up my entire life. I seriously enjoy digging and sawing and watering and seeing the whole thing grow. It even goes so far that I go to collegues who have big gardens to get tips and ideas and some spare plants they don't use.

The truth-talker Sister of mine yawns to this and says it's disastrous for me. That I will turn into what we in Sweden call a TANT -- an negative name for an older woman. Not a good look.

But if I can be a TANT like these ones -- BRING IT ON


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You don't want a relationship

.. the words from P, the guy I dated January to April this year. He just emailed a LONG letter saying all sorts of nice things (basically want us to try again), but also this "conclusion" about me.

And as much as I am tempted to slag off his comment with a "Don't you get it pucko -- I DO want a relationship, just not with YOU", I can't help getting a bit intrigued by his reflection. As an example he pointed out my future board (a clip board I made last autumn with pictures of babies and family life and houses etc) and said "you say you want this, but do you really fight for it?".

What if he is right? Perhaps I am too happy and content with myself by myself, that I don't have enough patience with the guys I meet?

Is single-dom self really inflicted?

Small Town experience 2

• Turns out that almost everyone at the party were divorced or separated. I don't think I've experienced this type of singleton-galore-feeling for at least 10 years. I was actually wondering why all guys were so interested in speaking to me and asked heaps of questions. I thought that everyone in small-towns were hitched so I just concluded that people were unusually talkative. I didn't realise until about the time I left that they were all single and were probably doing their research about me. Scary in a way.
• Cyber-stalking (that is -- hammering the keyboard to google juicy details about people, guys, you've met) is waste of time. If you meet someone hot in Borlänge it's enough to let it slip at the breakfast table at mum and dad's -- and you will get their relationship-CV rolled up. Like it or not. The hot guy I met turns out to be a famous guy in the area and I got to know all about not only him, but his ex-wife AND her mum and dad, and his children and whoever he had been dating since he was 15. Sexy.
• Open arms everywhere. Small towns in Sweden, and everywhere else, are struggling with urbanism and that everyone is leaving towns. So when I briefly dropped that I may be interested in moving back home "in a few years' time", there was a wave of cheering -- "I can fix you a good job", "I know exactly where you should buy a house", "There are heaps of single hot men dying to meet you" etc. Nice in a way.

Small town update

Not many celebs from school but a whole load of other fun people. Screw Stockholm, it's in Borlänge it rocks. I even had two really interesting flirts, with really interesting guys. I say this kids -- screw big towns, go local. Proper local -- small town stuff.

There were of course also the compulsory "I look like I am in Hells Angels" contingent, literally drooling over my shoulder occasionally kissing it -- murmuring "you were always the grumpy one, right?". Which was when I did my I -can-move-sideways-slowly-which-means-he-might-fall-as-his-goat-beardy-chin-is-leaning-on-my-shoulder.  But I took the risk, grabbed my coat and dashed into my pumpkin.

I am still smiling. I was a social genious -- speaking to everyone and increased my network in Borlänge with about 1000%. All sorts of people. Very pleased with this.

And I really liked one of the flirts. So we'll see where this goes.

Good night people. And lots of love from the country side.