A couple of years ago, I had a few brief encounters with a young Swedish female.

She was an unusual one. She refused to speak to me when she was sober. When drunk however, she became, well, a rather obliging young lady. Still didn't speak to me, but I didn't mind so much then.

She also spent rather a lot of time trying to convince people that I was gay. Usually at the top of her voice. In public places.

Once she locked us both into my bathroom as I was having a St. Patrick's Day party. She was, at that point, both drunk and obliging. Her boyfriend was, at that point, drunk and crying in the arms of my best friend just outside the door about how he couldn't make her trust him.

She ate my credit card too. I don't mean that in the metaphorical sense of her spending all my money, I mean it in the literal sense of her actually consuming my credit card. The whole thing. Which was made of plastic.

Tonight I'm flying to Sweden. I'm really looking forward to it, but I can't figure out if it's because of, or despite the reasons outlined above.