2-MINUTE MEMOIR: Winking Boy

10 Jan

I was in a little town in Sweden at swing dance camp for a week this summer (it’s totally normal, don’t worry about it). There was a cute blonde guy I crossed paths with a few times, but strangely never spotted at the evening dances.

The morning I was leaving, I was at the drinking fountain, when I spotted him walking up a ramp into one of the sleeping tents. We made eye contact, and he winked at me.

Then he fell off the ramp.


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