Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Xenophobia..

..is what i am developing right now. I am sorry, the 30-million-something of the world -- you are cute, funny, sparkling, intelligent, sometimes even good-looking, and totally IMPOSSIBLE. There is just something with me and Englishmen that just DOESN'T work out.

This never fails: I have been dating and meeting and snogging and internet-dated a NUMBER of men from this jolly old part of the world, and it just DOESN'T WORK OUT. Even my 1-year-relationship with an English-guy was a disaster of misunderstandings.

What's wrong? You tell me!! They are just generally smooth-talkers, overly polite to start with and promise you the world, and then they just disappear, without a word. I am not going to get into any deeper into details on this, but let's say we are talking maybe around 10 times I have met with English guys who ask me out, tell me they think I am LOVELY and seem to be OVER THE TOP with me. But then, probably when gallons of warm lager they've been filling themselves with, disappear, they vanish into thin air. Without a word.

And I had promised myself to STOP dating Englishmen. I just decided that few months ago; "I am NOT giving out my contact details to ONE MORE of them". But of course I have. First the bloody Sugardaddie who texted me about 2 weeks ago to book in a date with me TODAY on the 5th of December. I answer "sure, sounds fun". Today is the day, and I haven't heard a WORD from him. I just wonder, do they think they are the world's centre so much that they can just do whatever they want? My male-friend Mr Kungsbacka thinks I should shuffle up a fork his ass. Will do. Temp Flatty Chablis thinks I should call him to show him how decent and truly well-mannered people behave. We'll see, not sure I want to give him that sort of flatter.

Then I met this really nice bloke out on Saturday. We chatted for a while and he wanted to have my number and take me out for a drink. Even if I at first didn't even notice him, I really felt a connection when we spoke. Ok, so I gave him my number. BAD GIRL!!!! Why on earth did I? It always fails. And sure thing. Has he called? But of course not!! Mr Kungsbacka says I am too impatient. So we'll see, but if he doesn't call my Xenophobia is fully developed. I will not believe ONE word an Englishman says ANYMORE in my life.

From no on, no Englisman pls, I am Swedish.

Which is more or less what Gwyneth Paltrow apparently said one year before she met Chris Martin and married him and now she lives in Narfff Laandaan and has two English babies and says she LOOOVVEESSSS the English people. Good for her.

Good bye.

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