I already wrote another version of this letter at the beginning of this blog, but due to some recent comments about "swedish-man-bashing" I felt prompted to post it again. I guess I should make it clear from the very beginning that these entries are more a reflection on the adventures of dating in general, rather than an attempt to bash Swedish guys, Swedish girls, or Swedish dating in general. The fact that said dating takes place in a foreign country makes it all that much better (and fun). You never know if weird behaviour on the part of your male companion is a result of the fact that 1) he comes from another culture; 2) he is a guy; 3) he is a human (i.e., personal idiosyncrasies). I think that in general most explanations can be found in #2 and #3. And I know for a fact that I have done and said some things that leave men wondering, "What the hell was that?"
Half of it is also making fun of myself in my own attempts to figure out "how to date in Sweden." I know that American dating practices, while perhaps a bit more straightforward (at least from my perspective), have also provided sufficient confusion for foreigners who have immigrated to our country. In addition, if you can't approach such experiences with a touch of humor, it's going to be a much more frustrating experience.
In sum, I'll leave this with three thoughts:
1) Men (Swedish or otherwise) will continue to baffle me, and trying to figure them out is half the fun. For now, I'll concentrate on trying to figure out just one, Tonto.
2) Dating in any country is a bizarre experience.
3) If I didn't love Sweden, Stockholm, and Swedes, I wouldn't have been living here for the last three years, and I wouldn't
still be on the hunt for a Swede to call my very own
have continued to write this tongue-in-cheek collection of my adventures of living in Sweden.