<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xmMHqHK.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Elsa Nilssöm</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15002936#msg15002936)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heteroflexible<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Stockholm, Sweden<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2 July, 2019, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>very exquisite restaurant #BlownBudget #GoBigOrGoHome<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>as pictured<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>hopes and dreams<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://www.telegraph.co.uk/content/dam/Travel/Destinations/Europe/Spain/Majorca/tast-club-palma-restaurants-interior.jpg?imwidth=450)</div>Watching as Mark took her hands by gently peeling them away from her dinner, she was confused by what he was going to do. It was what? A proposal? This was getting very weird... Instead he was doing his best to maybe console her? Elsa wondered if all Canadian men were like this, it was difficult to get a read on this strange man. Maybe it was because he really was a god and just beyond her understanding. He spoke and she listened. Her eyes were a little wide and she nodded slowly and smiled at him.<br/><br/><strong>"I know you mean well, Mark. It's very sweet of you to even try to say something but it's not necessary. I've had a really nice evening with you. This whole situation... It's not on you. It's me. Let's just enjoy the last of our meal and not worry about all the rest of it for now. I have my perspective on things and you have yours. That's all okay. Nothing wrong with that at all. The only thing that matters right now is the meal and your gorgeous face sitting across from me."</strong>Elsa gave him the wink again. It was as playful as she could make it.<strong>"Just make sure you don't get any of this food caught in the old soup strainer."</strong>She laughed.<strong>"That's what my dad always called facial hair. I think to this day that's half the reason my brothers keep their beards braided when they grow them out. That or there's a very good chance they are still playing vikings in the backyard when no ones around."</strong>Elsa chuckled and let go of Mark's hands so she could go back to eating.<br/><br/>For the remainder of the meal she'd keep the conversation on lighter subjects like the food and the how good the beer is before they hopped into their respective jeeps to drive back.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><em>End July 2nd Dinner Date</em></span></div>