She was a Scandinavian. Well, she didn’t look like the picture I had in my head of one. Born and raised in Denmark, Chilean dad and Danish mom. She looked Chilean, but acted and thought as just another viking. We met at this house party. Within 10 minutes we talked, laughed and danced salsa. That was enough to date a week after. A date that leaded to a night of wild sex and a morning of… hmmm… awkwardness. “You are too complicated” she said to me several times. Yes, I was. Still I was her first latin lover.