Steph is doing a great job of putting me off wanting her back.
I'm bored and lonely, but I have a book of 3500 Swedish idioms to keep me company.
In the normal run of things, the odds are strongly in my favour that I know someone who knows the person I'm talking to, but being on foreign shores, the chances are somewhat diminished.
Northern Ireland has a very small population, relatively speaking, so this happens quite often to me. What's more surprising is how I'll bump into someone I know from home on foreign shores. It's happened a few times, and it's really quite bizarre. I'm fairly certain if I tried to set up a new life in some obscure Finnish village, I'd still bump into some bastard I didn't like much from school
keeps life interesting, though, so can't complain.
I don't know if I could trust a girl in your situation. Trust in the lord.