So.

Ian is this guy I met at a party in Gothenburg last August. He was on my mind non stop for the following three months, and a month after our second encounter (at another party in Gothenburg), countless late night MSN-sessions and a couple of phonecalls and text messages I decided to tell him this. Yeah, he didn't respond well. So I removed him from my MSN-list, without blocking him, in case he'd come around. He did, but six months later.

Now, don't tell me that's not interesting.

Ian's birthday is April 20; he's my age but graduated one year early from high school; started some education at Chalmer's technical school in Gothenburg last fall but was lazy so dropped out; is a semi-professional windsurfer; currently works in the harbor in G-town, manufacturing some kind of boats; has blond hair (my only weakness, I swear); is a pretty decent kisser; is so perfectly tall for me; lends me his jacket when I'm cold; takes good care of overly refreshed friends; is very very funny; has a good taste in music and... is extremely weird.

I've sent the infamous message log from Sunday to a couple of close and up-to-date friends for advice, and the general opinion is that he was, and perhaps is, very nervous. HAHAHA! The victory, and coolness, are both mine.

And no, I don't write about all of my [countless] flirts here. This is, after all, the goddamned internet. However, I did so with Ian. I don't know why but I hope you people appreciate it. It feels kind of good. And also, I only write about the good parts. I'm not really in the mood for writing long blogs when I've been recently dumped or anything. Not that it happens a lot or anything. Nah.