Woke up at 9 o'clock, nice to sleep.
We went to Borås.
Shopped jeans and a pair of shoes.
Bought huge muffins and latte.
It started raining when we went home.
Pizza for dinner.
Frölunda lost to Färjestad in first practice match.
We went down to King Square and saw a pretty good show ABBA performed by the group Arrival.
Went down to Kajskjul 8th
Packed with people, found a table there that we sat at.
After a while the two guys and sat down.
It took a while before they dared to talk to us.
Jocke. one of them was called, sat next to me. He was 37 years old and had a son who was 12 years old. He had his own construction company.
Looked like a young Bono.
After a while, he had time for a kiss on the cheek, a hand on my leg.
Since it was impossible to stop, all the emotions rushing to the surface and snogging factor was up in the roof.
But how cozy and comfortable it was not.
Necessity demanded that he left me for a moment, and then a guy who sat behind me, tapped me on the shoulder and asked about the fire.
After a minute he knocks me on the shoulder again and says that if I have not been out with my boyfriend, he had picked up me up.
Boyfriend?!
Explained that he was absolutely not my boyfriend.
The guy smiled and left his number and wanted to have a date on Frölunda's first home game.
Okay, I guess I can go along with.
He said I was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen!
WOW!
Jocke was back, did not look so happy when he saw that I was talking to another guy, jealous?!
At three o'clock on the night closed Kajskjul 8 and I told Lily that we would go home.
There were setbacks to provide home cooked, terrible adversity.
But I got a text message after a while, he missed my kisses and hoped we would be.
Sent a message back that it was up to him.