The swedish minority in Finnland, romanian bartenders who want to be texan and a very un gay male flight attendant?

Yes, tonight was weird, or last night, or whatever. It involved the mingling of a lot of undecided testosterone. Don't get me wrong it was all very flattering, yet somehow still very very weird. Now for another fun filled list of Sarah's world.
The various types of male specimen in Genevavva (specimen just makes you feel you can like poke them with a stick or something :P)
1. Swedish minority in Finnland.
He tells you he is living in Belgium in german. He tells your lithuanian friend that she looks swedish. He tells you he likes meeting up with the other finns and swedish minorities of finnland, in Belgium, and this is what makes him feel really nationalistic (at like the 3rd degree of minority he is part of)
He thinks he is the hottest thing alive and his porn star smile is just slurring its words away at your ear, as you can feel his very breath humidify and liquify in your ear. I mean he might as well stick his tongue down your ear while he's at it.
Yes he is 35. He is one hot Nokia selling man. And his craziest bar trick involves a Lipton Tea bag and a long story about how you want to sell the Russians a rocket to go to the moon *aka the lipton tea bag on fIAR*. He likes that you are pretending to be lesbian, and yet, his come-back to that, even with all of his "attractive experience", seems like the most obvious thing you've heard all night; "Oh baby, can i join you and your friend? Actually, let me rephrase, i'd just like you, you're enough for me"
2. Romanian bartenders who want to be texan
He has watched Kangoroo Jack and likes to quote G'day Mate from it. He watches other random movies, with Nicholas Cage naming his cars "Eleanor". Bartender boi wants to name his guitar Eleanor. As he smokes his cigarrette in his non-chalante manner, he looks deep in the girls eyes and asks them if they want more ice in their drink. They batter their eyes and say no thanks, but ITS TOO LATE, the ice is in the drink. what satisfaction. He likes the american accent too, and does quite an amusing impression of the lonesome sheriff. He doesn't like being made fun of, and sadly everytime you make fun of him, all goes to hell and his perfect smile just flashes any whisper of sarcasm to the dust. He thinks you're a retard, yet your sexually related jokes make him giggle so he doesn't flick you off the whole time. Yeah, hes a manly man, classical guitar playin' non eyebrow pierced eastern European. He's been hit on by every second girl in the pub, and he's learnt how to be very ambiguous so as to keep them dreaming *4Eva*, while he dreams of his cowboy all american dream hes applied to since he was like 5.
3. Very un gay male flight attendant
By this i mean, quite the gay looking male, yet denying it at every inch. I like that in a man, the whole denying what you're presenting. Its like that second layeur of mystery. He knows you go to an INternational School, and take the IB just by looking at you. He has seen a lot of people and know how they act. By being a Flight Host he suddenly knows all of human psychology, its all like he thingks "yeah you're flicking off mr sweden in a certain way that shows you've gotten a higher degree of education". His self esteem isn't that high, yet he knows how to whip people's asses with it. He figures that i'm more intelligent than my friend, and the flattering never ends, yet how does he figure that out?
His Philosophy;
Two types of Pub goers,
1. Those who act all male and demand for the drink
2. Those who spill their breasts out over the counter in exchange of a drink
I'm sorry, but i have to agree, and since i'm neither, his logical reasoning got me there. He was like my the little man in my thumb, but like 1 m 80 and nodding at every "witty" and "intelligent" thing i said along the way. Quite the ego booster.
...and then there was sleep?