Skiing mon amour

Back at work today with a little bit of a hangover as I had a nice beer evening in Bishop's Arms - a British pub right in the centre of Stockholm yesterday. My beer friend for the evening was no other than my eternal fling who I have chosen to ignore lately as he is so bad at getting in touch - but of course he called me and I couldn't say no. We had a nice evening talking about travelling, literature, tattooes, parents, parenthood, games, moustaches and skiing. It turns out - to my great joy- that he also likes skiing and happens to have some cousins living in the north of Sweden close to some very nice slopes so we started planning a little weekend trip there together in February. Should be nice (if it happens) and maybe then and outside of skiing hours I have to make him drink excessive amounts of alcohol and then seduce him as this non-happening potential love story has definitely been going on for too long.