After I met Tiger Man, we started to text every night. Some of the texts were innocent. Some were not. Since I was in Norway for only two weeks, I let my guard down a little more than usual and decided to throw caution to the wind (which isn’t always easy for us Nordic types).
After staying with my mom for a week, I decided to drive to Sweden to visit my “ancient aunt” (her words). With the plans all set, I ever so casually mentioned to Tiger Man that I would just happen to be passing Oslo on my way to Sweden. He responded by inviting me to his place to stop and have a meal on the way.
After several hours of driving, I finally arrived thanks to Google Maps’ decision to send me through a maze of narrow Oslo neighborhood streets. He met a tired and frustrated me at the door with a hug, and quickly gave me a tour of his place. We settled on his couch and I slowly began to relax. Somehow that quickly morphed into kissing, and it quickly became clear that we shared a pretty strong mutual attraction (I’ll leave it at that).
After a little while, we decided we were famished, so he migrated to the kitchen to warm up some bread for the chili he had made. While we enjoyed the food, he played me a variety of music, ranging from Cat Stevens to AC/DC, to some unrecognizable Norwegian metal bands. I asked him if there was one band he wishes he would’ve seen, and he answered ”NirvaaaaaaaNAH” in that stilted, sing-songy Norwegian way.
After dinner, he offered to make me coffee because he said he needed to make sure all my needs were met (swooning begins now). He also asked if I wanted a “chocolate biscuit,” and I said yes, thanks. He proceeded to put two oreos in a nice little bowl to set on the table with the coffee. Of everything that happened that night, I think the two oreos (one for each of us), melted my heart the most. It was getting late and I needed to get on the road, so he drove me to where my car was, and kissed me goodbye.
We continued to text, but time and circumstances got in the way of us seeing each other again. He was out-of-town for work on the day of my flight home, but I wasn’t sure exactly when he’d return. So I decided to take a risk and make a (sort of) grand gesture.
I texted him to let him know that I wanted to see him and say goodbye, and that I’d be at the tiger statue where we met, for one hour. I didn’t receive a response, but I went anyway.
So I ordered a cappuccino at an outdoor cafe, and staked out the tiger. The hour passed with no sighting of him. I grabbed by bags, and began my journey home.
This week’s song is from one of Tiger Man’s favorite bands. I hope we meet again.