Yesterday, when I went shopping, a random Swedish lady came up to me and started putting random belts through the belt loops in my jeans, saying that she wanted to see how they look on me, to figure out which ones were best. Without even asking, she started to shop with me for a good 10 minutes. It was possibly one of the most awkward moments in my entire life.

Oh me, oh my, I like personal space. If I were to kiss it, it'd taste like a gentle berry breeze. That's why I don't like random swedes grabbing me so they can put belts on my body. :kaodizzy: