Better be tolerant.

This weekend we had parts of my family living in our home. It was exciting. But as I am still a bit sad about their leaving, I won’t blog about it.

We met up with a conversation partner today. A French girl wanting to improve her spoken Swedish and two Swedish girls wanting to improve their French. A truly brilliant combination.

This is part of the French convo...

Frenchie: So, do you have boyfriends (copains)?
Marty: Yes, we have boyfriends (copains).
Mousse: No, we don’t. Or... Do we?

Frenchie patiently explained to us that she meant copains as in boyfriends, and not friends in general. She then repeated the question.

Frenchie: Do you have boyfriends (copains)?
Marty (still desperate not to come off as lonely): Yes! No, wait! I mean... I have a girlfriend (copinne)!
Frenchie: You have a girlfriend?
Marty: What?
Frenchie: You know, it’s ok if you are homosexual.
Marty: Merci.

(Marty later blamed this incident on the, as she put it, extremely potent hot cocoa she had.)

We then moved on to discuss the prospects of adultery, the ages of parents, and exactly how humble the cathedral in Lund really is.

It feels special to finally have had a conversation with someone who isn't repellant, or a possible employer, or the gas man. A real person, voluntarily talking to Marty & Mousse. Now that's something.