When career-driven Eva meets the irresistible Sven, she must balance her ambition with the pull of love to achieve the life she truly desires.
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Meet Eva King, a high-spirited manager in an international firm. She scraped her way up from zero to h...
Mood: tap on the media box above to listen to Miley Cyrus' version of "Santa Baby." She has a good point.
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Did Sven and I join the mile-high club on the flight from Brisbane to London?
Well, he thought the attraction of club membership was a good idea, so I figured, what the heck.
We sneaked into the itsy-bitsy toilet when most of the passengers on the plane were asleep. As soon as the coast was clear, i.e. the airline staff were not in plain sight, we made a quick dash to our destination.
The thing about airplane toilets is that they're tiny, smelly, and filthy, so once you've ticked the mile-high club off your bucket list, you don't really want to do it again.
Imagine cramming two adults in a pungent airplane toilet, and Sven is not a little guy. He's six feet and two inches of pure brawn, so try squeezing that into the equation. Sven's foot ended up in the dirty toilet bowl, which was literally a crappy experience.
So, don't believe all that romantic bullshit about passionately making love in a restroom on a plane, thousands of feet above the ground. Unless, of course, you can afford to fly first class.
Just keeping it real.
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When we arrived in London, Sven helped me settle in my room at Butler's Wharf Residence, near the London Tower Bridge. The place was for graduate students attending the London School of Economics.
We did not have much time together there, apart from a ride on the London Eye and a tour around the Tower of London.
Sven lost his passport at London Waterloo Station, only to find that an honest soul handed it in to the security officers when we back-tracked and asked the officers if anyone returned a missing passport.
"You're so lucky, Sven," I commented, as he wiped the sweat off his brow after receiving his passport.
"Aldri igjen!" He grinned.
"Eh?" I had no idea what he just said.
"Never again!" Sven translated.
We then flew out of London to spend Christmas with Sven's family in Farsund, a coastal country town in southwestern Norway.
That year, his parents were hosting the family Christmas dinner on December 24, which is when Christmas is traditionally celebrated in Norway.
I was going to meet Sven's entire family, which included his uncles, aunts, and cousins, who were coming to the dinner with bells on.
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December 24
"Your blouse is gorgeous, my beautiful Aussie princess." Sven stood behind me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as we faced the mirror in his old room.
