<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>Almost spitting out her next sip of vodka at the expression Mark used to describe himself without a beard. She laughed and smiled at him. Quietly repeating the phrase<strong>"Tool bag"</strong>as he talked. Her head nodding slowly while she grinned. She continued listening intently as he told her more about his thoughts on facial hair. The conversation was adorable and told her new things about him.<br/><br/>Finally, Mark got into the emotional stuff as he opened up about himself and why he felt like his relationships didn't work out for him. Elsa opened her mouth to interject once or twice but silenced herself to let him keep talking. To her, this seemed like the kind of man that wasn't going to open up all the time, it was best to let him talk while he felt comfortable enough to do so. She frowned with his admissions of struggles but returned to a more neutral expression once he was done and asked her about her thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>"About me,"</strong>Elsa began.<strong>"When I was younger, I went to a boarding school for girls. I didn't have relationships with boys as we were miles away from any."</strong>Her head was shaking a definite no.<strong>"The only time I saw boys was at heavily chaperoned and guided dances. We always had to leave room for God between us as we danced or so the sisters would say. The width of a Bible and all that. I can't complain though the courses at the school were tough but the classes were small and we learned a lot. Lots of hands on teaching. And there were no mean evil nuns like you see in the movies. We had a lot of fun most of the time. After that I went to a prep-school and dated casually because education was more important. During my years in school I ended up in Crossfit and working out. Just no time for boys that weren't training buddies and other Crossfit competitors. I actually was in a relationship shortly before coming on this show. In fact I had planned on saying no to coming onto the show. That's when I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. I didn't say anything to him, I just signed up to come to Love Island. Didn't even tell him that I was leaving. So he found out we were broken up when he say my intro video for the first episode."</strong>Elsa puzzled a moment as she reflected on it all.<strong>"In hindsight, I probably should have known it wouldn't work out between us. He was a lot like Johnny, the first guy I picked here. Fancy suit, all business, but he was into triathlons and stuff so I thought we had a connection of some type. Really he was just a city boy playing at athletics. A weekend warrior type but it was mostly all show. I've dated a few guys like him and it never works out. He was always to busy selling himself to whoever he was talking to. Just constantly selling how great he was."</strong>Elsa grinned.<strong>"Look at me here, only a day in and I'm already making personal revelations and coming to understand myself better. Need to change the type of man I'm looking for. I mean that's what I came here for. To meet new people, have a crazy fun experience. Maybe test myself when it comes to relationships. And I get to meet bearded Canadian gods, so that's interesting." </strong>Elsa reached out again and gave Mark's arm a squeeze, not that it squeezed much - he was made of either oak or steel. It felt pretty damn good really.<strong>"So, yeah tell me more about you. The tats must tell a story? Oh, I know, each and everyone one of your tats represents a heartbreak. You did say that you carry your hurt. Was it metaphorical or literal? Also, you don't get muscles like that just going to the gym. Trust me, I'm a personal trainer I know muscles. What exactly do you do for a living? I'm going to go with old timey blacksmith. I can totally dig you over a forge hammering a long sword."</strong><br/><br/>