From Sentosa to The Winter Olympics

Just as if to remind me of how fast and far time has passed, someone posted a link to the Alberta World Cup (a kind of prelude to the 2010 Winter Olympics) on facebook, and I saw this sprint skier Liz and I met last year at Singer's own crappy Cafe del Mar on Sentosa. It wasn't so crappy then though.


The guy on the left is Peter Larsson, who bought Liz a bottle of M&C after much fuss around this time of the year. The whole deal was a little complicated, but it started out with a very pretty girl with an orchid in her hair approaching Liz for her number. Liz (having flexible sexual preference as all PL girls do) thought the girl was coming on to her and gave her her name and number. A quarter of an hour later, a bottle of champagne arrived. The waiter pointed out  the guy who had bought it, and of course we had to check him out. I mean, when something like this happens, you're practically obliged to check the guy out.

She wasn't impressed, but I was. I mean, c'mon, he was tall, blonde and hunky. And a professional athlete. Okay, she wasn't impressed because she's not that into blondes (and he probably needed braces), but I am. Totally have that thing for Scandies. Light blonde hair with a deep tan and clear eyes? So my thing. I mean I dig all kinds of cute nerds, but a certain kind of cute nerd is especially potent.

My friends were all going, "Oh my god, sloppy seconds!" But you know, (haha) good fun is good fun. Also, at that point in time I had plans to visit Sweden (which I did in August '09), so there was the possibility of having a good time there with a hot guy I already knew, which always helps if you like your European experience chock-a-bloc with steamy rendezvous. Honestly, what kind of girl doesn't.

It didn't work out though, and I feel a bit sorry that he's retired now. Not that I know jack-shit about skiing. But it's a bit sad I guess because he did say he was going to take part in the Winter Olympics this year and it looks like it's just not going to happen. Oh well!