That's right. My Owner is cheating on Italy with the entire region of Scandinavia. She recently wrote about it on her blog...
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| Don't we make a cute couple? |
I've fallen in love and it is one of those tragic stories of longing and
desire that will most likely end badly. Or sadly. Or something.
Sometimes you just can't make the fleeting object of your desire your
own.
I hate that.
Impeccable manners, a charming accent, an eye for design, great style,
hip, clean, smart, rational, and absolutely beautiful. Who has stolen
my heart, you ask? Well it isn't a
who but a
where. You see, I've been to Scandinavia and let me just tell you...three days with a new love isn't anywhere near enough.
I know what you are thinking. "Weren't you head over heels for Italy?"
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| Smitten with Finland... |
I was. I am. I always will be. But Italy is like the exotic well
traveled older man, worldly wise, who likes a conquest. I was more than
happy to oblige with my whole heart while he seduced me with coffee,
wine, and breathtaking vistas. And history. Oh the history. And
fountains. Art. And his accent. Oh yes, that. And when he spoke Italian
passionately. I mean, what's a girl to do?
But the old guy has some serious competition.
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| Sweden: He's so fine... |
Let me introduce Scandinavia. Denmark, Finland, and Sweden are the
younger guys in tight pants who want to talk about the future while they
unclutter your life and mind. While Italy showers you with gifts of one
kind then another, Scandinavia says "Baby, you don't really need all
that." and you believe him. He's subtle. He doesn't need to be pushy to
get what he wants. He'll have you begging to paint the walls white and
ride your bike to the bakery. He isn't living in the past. Old lovers
and conquests, he remembers. But this guy has his eye on the future.
He's got big ideas. He's got vision. And he has that one really
important quality in a man. He can clean up after himself. In fact, his
place is spotless.
(swoon)
On top of all that, he's willing to give you space and time to breath.
Italy is amazing and he knows it. Oh how he knows it. In fact he keeps
pointing it out. "Darling, aren't I amazing? Aren't you lucky to be with
me?" He just can't stop talking about himself. Scandinavia doesn't need
to do that. He'll win you over with friendly confidence. He'll put you
at peace. He'll make you smile.
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| Denmark: Did I mention he's charming? |
The fleeting nature of our meeting is a little hard for me to deal with.
I have a memento or two to remind me of our brief time together, but I
can't let myself believe it was a one time thing. So in the style of
heroines of love stories down through the ages, I'm plotting a way to
get back to him...for 3 more days, or weeks,
or years...
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Waking up next to Sweden.
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