How did we meet? Who feel in love with who first? Why did Maria’s mother, father and brother see a picture of Märta before Maria did? And why is there a connection to Eurovision in all of this?

Well, let me tell you MY side of OUR STORY.

Background blah blah.. A dark necessity to grasp the upcoming goodie ?

First let me tell you about the place I was in when all of this happened. I had just come out of a really bad, three year long relationship. Without giving you any details about that I can just say that my only focus and joy in life, at the time, was my job (and also going to the gym 4-5 times a week because I needed to work some anger out of my body. Bonus- I got great abs, which I’m sure wasn’t a bad thing for getting Märta on the hook later on ?). But.. I had no plans whatsoever to meet someone new! Especially since I was still living with my ex in our apartment that we had bought together. I had signed a contract on a new apartment but I had to wait 3 months until I could move in. Worst time of my life. Coming home to someone I was actually scared of, who wasn’t nice and on top of it all – she overlapped and met someone new months before she broke up with me. But I’d like to say THANK YOU to her – the best thing you ever did was to leave me.

Eurovision – nothing can compete with that! Or can it?

Okay, so here I was. Working long hours at the office. Spring was in the air and it was finally time for Eurovision Song Contest 2013. The best time of the year! Remember, it was held in Sweden (because Loreen’s magical song ‘Euphoria’ had won the year before). I was at my friend’s place watching and I remember sitting on their sofa a bit upset. I was upset with Anouk. The famous singer. She had made a huge breakthrough with this awesome song called ‘Nobody’s wife’ back in 1997 and all the dykes knew who she was.. Now she was competing for The Netherlands with a song called ‘Birds’. I had grand expectations on her. But ‘Birds’ turned out to be a song suitable to sing in kinder garden whilst ‘Nobody’s wife’ was a song for, well all things cool!! (Any dyke here would know what I mean ? ) I was so disappointed I decided to vote for Denmark’s Emmelie de Forest’s ‘Only teardrops’ – a barefoot, sweet sixteen (and she won)!

Anouk in Eurovision 2013

The cool Anouk in the late 90’s

This is exactly what I looked like the night of Eurovision 2013

So in the middle of the equivalence of the gifts on Christmas Eve – aka the voting of Eurovision (Yes I am a Eurovision nerd and I love it!)  I got a text message from my relative Åsa.

“Go Sweden! My favorite tonight, as well as Hungary, Holland, Malta and Ireland. ? Well, I’m actually writing to hear if you are interested in a date? Good looking girl who I have only seen on photo. It’s a friend’s friend. <3 Love Åsa”

It turns out that Åsa and her friend Katja (whom I sort of knew because we’ve been sailing together on Åsa’s boat a couple of times) were hanging out at Åsa´s in Gothenburg, watching Eurovision. Katja lived in Stockholm but had gone to Gothenburg for a running race. Katja, who was in the same book club as Märta, had noticed Märtas Facebook status. It said;

“Anouk, marry me!”

And then something clicked in her brain. She said to Åsa.

“Is Maria still with that girl or is she single, because Märta and Maria would be great together!”

Åsa was like; “Maria IS SINGLE, she recently got dumped, big time”.

I replied to Åsa’s text on the subway home.

“Hello! Happiness is when the right entry WINS Eurovision! We didn’t have quite the same taste you and I (except for Ireland) Date, haha! I don’t know, maybe? Where is this human being living? Love”

Åsa replied immediately.

”Stockholm. It’s Katja who vouched for her. Around 32 years old”.

I replied;

“Do you know anything about this girl? Work with, hairstyle, funny? Off course I’m not going on a date with just anyone. (Confidence is on top on an evening like this)!”

“I’ll send your questions on to Katja! But you have to gamble a little bit to win big! Hug”

“Absolutely right!”

Two days later Åsa sent me some more info.

“Some answers. She works with children who has problems. She likes yoga but is not a vegetarian, she took a course in Miami within alternative medicine, blond hairdo cut to the shoulders. If I may say so, as your older cousin, I think it might be good to meet someone that your ex doesn’t know, perhaps just as friends at first… Take care and I hope you’ll say yes to the date and then reciprocate this! <3 ?”

Two days after this I answered Åsa.

“Hi! Yes, I definitely need to get to know some “neutral” friends here in Stockholm. Let’s do this! And if she turns out to be gorgeous then that’s just a bonus. ? Send me your specification over how you’d like a partner to be, and I’ll see what I can find for you. ?? Hug”

So what happens then?

Now here’s where it gets interesting. Absolutely NOTHING happened. I had an unreal workload at the office and work was all I could think about. Time went by and then one day I got an odd phone call from my father. He called my office (he never does) and I didn’t like that cause he disturbed me at work and I was stressed out.  

“What is it?!” I said.
“Oh nothing really. Just wanted to see what’s happening with your love life?”
“Eh.. what? Nothing is happening!”
“But Åsa showed mom, your brother and me a picture of a girl at our last family gathering. Said she hooked you up with someone nice”.

That was a bit weird I thought to myself, in the workload at first forgetting about the Eurovision blind date request. Then 30 minutes later my brother called me and asked the same question, wtf! I had to text Åsa.

“Hello Åsa! Just spoke to my dad, he said that he’d seen a picture of this girl you were talking about. Send one to me. ? Only 12 days left until I move, whoho! Hug”

A couple of days later Åsa responded that she’d been talking to Katja and that I should add Märta on Facebook. (This is the first time I hear her name). I did have a good laugh about her name “Märta”. You see, in Sweden it’s only 90-year old something who has that name (and now small children), NOBODY at our age. Anywho, Åsa then told me that I should add Märta and that they’ve told her my name as well and I answered.

“Okay sure, but I’m still at work so I’ll probably do it later tonight, or else I might lose focus. ?”

These are the photos from Märtas Facebook that really caught my attention, when I snooped around… 

To be continued…