New ways

I have spent the Saturday with some French guys, a lovely day, enjoying life and laughing. But even these guys think I speak fantastic French, they just can’t get me over my disappointment with my exam yesterday. This is the reason I don’t take IQ tests. I might be for Olivier une femme intelligente but as soon as the IQ test shows 25, I don’t give a damn for Olivier’s sweet words.

But no exam is getting me depressed ever again, I have decided to drop my French studies. Instead I will join a needlework course. I am sure needlework will be much more useful on my journey to Buddhism, reaching Samadhi.

My boss will also be happy that I replace my expensive French studies with a definitely cheaper needlework course. She will be so delighted that she won’t wonder for one second why on earth she should pay for my needlework!



(This is me with backwards rebirth)

Look forwards!

There is a reason why the car windshield is 50 times bigger than the rear view mirror.

I Buddhist, escaping from dukkha

Why can’t I just be happy over a 12 in one exam but let a fucking 7 in another one depress me totally?

Why do I let one annoying client ruin my day when I have lots of grateful ones?

Why do I cry over one friend letting me down while I have so many who love me?

Why do I get upset of a husband who ignores me when I am for Olivier une femme geniale & très belle, when I have lots of guys to make coffee dates with, and when Kimmo year after year offers me his shoulder to cry on?

Because I am always flying too high and God dammit how it hurts my butt to fall down. But now God, I will leave your Via Dolorosa and join Heaven on her Buddhist journey. I will no more crave anything! Except maybe a little bit champagne once and a while...

Lessons in seduction 2 (or I am so easy 2)

Now listen very carefully, all the LAZY unromantic guys in the world. You might not be able to write as poetically as a French lover, but straight talk à la Swiss guy will also do:

“Meine Liebe, coffee at 10 o’clock?”

And right away I throw all the important work assignments from my hands (like reading, re-reading and re-re-reading Olivier’s mails and afterwards giggling stupidly bla bla bla…).

Raymond, I am all yours, me so Italian under my Finnish cover!

Lessons in seduction

Now listen very carefully, all the unromantic guys in the world. It doesn’t turn a woman on saying things like “Move a little bit, you fill too much on the couch” or “Exercise would do you good, can’t you get up and get me a beer?”

This is what turns a woman on, I totally surrender:

"Donc oui, je te ferai des caresses, je te prendrai dans mes bras, je te ferai l’amour. Je pense avoir beaucoup de choses à donner et quand je rencontre une femme comme toi, je donne tout."

Oh la la…….

How to test if a person is an organ trafficker

Write him something stupid and he will discover that you have no brain. Remember also to mention how you liver and kidneys are useless after too much partying in your youth. If the person is still interested, he is not an organ trafficker.

So let’s see, dear Olivier, was it nervous laughter in the early morning hours when I suspected you to be an organ trafficker?

Advantages with blogging 2

I haven’t seen my chess teacher Johan for 23 years, and now the past 10 days I have met him twice. On our second date yesterday the café latte was changed to beer and rainy Stockholm to sunny Nyhavn.

It is funny how you can laugh with an old friend, the humour will always stay. And it is funny how by just telling people about your blog you don’t waste time on indifferent small talk. You go right in to the essential subjects, your marriage and sex-life!

God bless all the guys without problems of intimacy!