It was a launch of a new venue for a company. Open bar, loud as hell and full of annoying people. The only two people I felt drawn to were two Chinese guests. I'm more of a Vancouverite than I had realized.
I tripped and fell over some speaker stands, as I was walking underneath the stairs. It was quite embarrassing. A couple of skanky looking women laughed at me. I should have asked them what was so funny but I was too busy collecting my pride. My elbow and knee also hurt.
I really don't like Swedes. I have such a hard time with them. I think I was supposed be born in a different country but was born here by accident. Glassy eyed women who on the surface appear to be classy and posses an icy veneer of beauty, but who are in fact just as skanky and one-dimensional as your regular North American skank. Those Swedes who claim Swedish girls to be so much more full of substance than North American girls are grossly biased in their judgment.
Then there are the men, who are equally skanky and empty. They need at least 4 drinks before they're able to muster up the courage to give a girl a provocative glance, and even when they do it's a pathetic look across their beer bottle. Tattered jeans hanging halfway down their ass and some dingy shirt, a lame hairdo and a lousy attitude... take me now! Yeah!
Man...there's a reason for why I didn't get a boyfriend until after I left Sweden.
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