What if I said, hey this guy that I met from my account at HotOrNot.com completely swept me off my feet, so I did some illegal business with Mexicans, expedited a passport, and hopped one of the series of three planes to move to Europe to be with him, would you call my insane?So, as I previously posted, when Mitch and I split up, I joined HotOrNot, yeah, I met that guy Jon in Buckhead and after that, just kind of talked to everyone friendly enough, but not misleading. So that night at Calvin's he and I were bored, we started looking at Euopeans, starting of course in the Czech Republic and then working our way around Scandanvia beginning with Denmark.
A day later or so I got an email from one of the Danish guys 'Kuk' asking me what caught my attention... well, he had piercings, really neat glasses, and some of the same interests, so I replied truthfully. Like a day or so later, well, we got on the hotornot chat together unintentionally, you see, I was talking to this Tom Cruise impersonator in Atlanta just for the hell of it, then 'Kuk' logged on and started messaging me, so we talked for a few hours or so. It was nice.
So, time's passing, my affair with Michael is getting rather nasty in the sense that I'm always hurt and been doing a whole hell of a lot of drugs. Spending time with Fluffy is ge
tting much longer, definitely more intense, we're inseparable. Talking with the GORGEOUS Dane Bjørn becomes an obsession.
Since that trip to Manassas, Virginia, I've been talking to Bjørn nonstop for around 14 or more hours a day because I enabled yahoo messenger on my cell. So I drove and texted him for over 10 hours straight, meaning over 600 miles in loads of traffic and bouts of open road... average speed, 85 mph.
We've exchanged over 100 photos each, watched each other's web cams countless times, spent hours just conversing on international phone calls. Fluff's become my best friend, almost as if we share a heart and brain, just two different bodies, for crying out loud, we've even got the same birthday. Well, he helped encourage my relationship with Bjørn Kjell-Tyge Tygesen!
Fluffy and I were spending lots of time with each other and also with his sister Shelly, she was the only one that knew ahead of time about my past and that Fluffs and I weren't a couple. Fluffy came out to her and she told EVERYONE!!!!!!
So we had our ups and downs with the Alfords, but all the same, they love us and are family after all, it's unconditional.
Anyway, I packed all my things with my mother's help of course, hehe, I had gotten my passport, and spent about $754 on a plane ticket to Århus. I hopped on my first flight, my father took me to the airport, it was so hard saying 'goodbye' to him, I could see the tears in his eyes which caused me to well up like a sponge in a sink full of dirty dishwater.
My fisrt flight was nice, I met a guy named Matt, it was a small plane and he came and talked with me during the hour and forty-five minutes in the air, we exchanged email addresses. However, the fflight didn't take off until an hour after it was supposed to, so we landed in Chicago extremely late and a Finnish lady and I ran just to catch our next flight to Copenhagen with 3 minutes to spare until the plane was leaving the airport. Scandanavian airlines was needless to say, cramped, with free alcohol, decent meals, and alright entertainment. I was gushing blood at this point though... how embarrassing. So, after 12 hours of being cramped up and having my head rest kicked by pre adolescent girls, we were in Copenhagen and I had to for the first time, find the gate by myself. Yeah, I totally stopped and asked for a light for a cigarette, oh my, I was high! I asked a nice Danish man if I could use his cell and I called Bjørn, he sounded terrified... lol. So I caught my tiny, itty bitty, almost ratty looking last plane to Århus, I was exhausted and took a slight nap. I arrived at the airport... oh my God, it was the tiniest one yet, my heart was pounding.
I looked in the glass and yeah, the man of my dreams, my Bjørnen, my love, my carebear, my gorgeous Dane, he was standing there! I scared him! hehe. I ran to the bathroom and hid for a moment thinking 'oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh shit, I look awful...' and then I left the bathroom, I looked at him through the glass a little longer and then he motioned for me to come around, well, I did. I scared him again, I hugged him, kissed him on the cheek. He was so handsome, so absolutely adorable, he smelled so nice too (Lacoste), I hugged him some more!!
So, time's passing, my affair with Michael is getting rather nasty in the sense that I'm always hurt and been doing a whole hell of a lot of drugs. Spending time with Fluffy is ge
tting much longer, definitely more intense, we're inseparable. Talking with the GORGEOUS Dane Bjørn becomes an obsession.Since that trip to Manassas, Virginia, I've been talking to Bjørn nonstop for around 14 or more hours a day because I enabled yahoo messenger on my cell. So I drove and texted him for over 10 hours straight, meaning over 600 miles in loads of traffic and bouts of open road... average speed, 85 mph.
We've exchanged over 100 photos each, watched each other's web cams countless times, spent hours just conversing on international phone calls. Fluff's become my best friend, almost as if we share a heart and brain, just two different bodies, for crying out loud, we've even got the same birthday. Well, he helped encourage my relationship with Bjørn Kjell-Tyge Tygesen!
Fluffy and I were spending lots of time with each other and also with his sister Shelly, she was the only one that knew ahead of time about my past and that Fluffs and I weren't a couple. Fluffy came out to her and she told EVERYONE!!!!!!
So we had our ups and downs with the Alfords, but all the same, they love us and are family after all, it's unconditional.
Anyway, I packed all my things with my mother's help of course, hehe, I had gotten my passport, and spent about $754 on a plane ticket to Århus. I hopped on my first flight, my father took me to the airport, it was so hard saying 'goodbye' to him, I could see the tears in his eyes which caused me to well up like a sponge in a sink full of dirty dishwater.
My fisrt flight was nice, I met a guy named Matt, it was a small plane and he came and talked with me during the hour and forty-five minutes in the air, we exchanged email addresses. However, the fflight didn't take off until an hour after it was supposed to, so we landed in Chicago extremely late and a Finnish lady and I ran just to catch our next flight to Copenhagen with 3 minutes to spare until the plane was leaving the airport. Scandanavian airlines was needless to say, cramped, with free alcohol, decent meals, and alright entertainment. I was gushing blood at this point though... how embarrassing. So, after 12 hours of being cramped up and having my head rest kicked by pre adolescent girls, we were in Copenhagen and I had to for the first time, find the gate by myself. Yeah, I totally stopped and asked for a light for a cigarette, oh my, I was high! I asked a nice Danish man if I could use his cell and I called Bjørn, he sounded terrified... lol. So I caught my tiny, itty bitty, almost ratty looking last plane to Århus, I was exhausted and took a slight nap. I arrived at the airport... oh my God, it was the tiniest one yet, my heart was pounding.
I looked in the glass and yeah, the man of my dreams, my Bjørnen, my love, my carebear, my gorgeous Dane, he was standing there! I scared him! hehe. I ran to the bathroom and hid for a moment thinking 'oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh shit, I look awful...' and then I left the bathroom, I looked at him through the glass a little longer and then he motioned for me to come around, well, I did. I scared him again, I hugged him, kissed him on the cheek. He was so handsome, so absolutely adorable, he smelled so nice too (Lacoste), I hugged him some more!!
