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Man, when I was in Sweden about 20 years ago, I hooked up with this most beautiful blonde girl of my life. I'm a sailor, and I was in Stockholm for about 4 days while we unloaded and got our next charter. Most of the guys went up the street to get shitfaced but I ended up meeting this girl in a rare book store of all places. We chatted for a while and found out we had a ton in common, spent the next couple of days together. Idk man it was just like one of those fairy tale romances. We never fucked, but she kissed me just before I left and gave me a note on where to find her "when I come back." Last thing she said to me before I walked back up the gangway was "don't forget about me, sailor boy."
Back then it wasn't as easy as it is today to talk to people in other countries. My job actually did finally take me back to Sweden, about 10 years ago. I went to find the book store but it was gone. I never saw Elsa again. I hope she found a good husband and fathered him lots of children, but sometimes I wish I had never climbed back aboard that floating tin can.
