Eight years ago to the day I was invited to a party one Sunday afternoon. I didn't know the hostess very well: we'd only met twice, at a Mercury Rev concert and a library, and we'd exchanged e-mail addresses. At the time, I was eight months into a surreal period of my life when I was happily learning to be a dad half of the time and energetically dispersing overdue wild oats the other half. That Sunday, I showered and bought some flowers and went.
The party was a buffet in a little courtyard in Stockholm's Old Town, and the guests were many and colourful: largely young bright exchange students. There was this one really pretty Chinese girl, a journalist, with a big friendly smile and extremely crisp Swedish enunciation. She and I were the last to leave. Our hostess later told me that another guest had asked her, "You know, that guy who talked so much, and the Chinese girl -- did they get it on?"
They did! We've been together since that day, and I just keep getting more and more crazy about that girl. Living with YuSie has taught me so much that I didn't know, about China and the media and the fact that I'm a family man at heart. I got a lottery ticket that Sunday, and I won big time.
[More blog entries about love, anniversary; kärlek, jubileum.]
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Congratulations.
Congratulations! ;-)
Congratulations! I am glad to you feel lucky, too. It is one thing to know you love someone, and a whole another thing to announce it, so besides from everything else, you just scored an awful lot of brownie points for that post. Good on you. Love is not for chickens.
Grattis på er!
Lucky I am not single, otherwise I would hate your guts right now... ;-)
Mercury Rev. Cool.
Many thanks, everyone!
Christina, as you may have noticed, my problem isn't getting myself to announce my feelings and opinions. (-;
that is so nice! i am touched too, j