finlandia

There was something understatedly spectacular about her.
A quintessentiallly Finnish beauty.
She didn't look like she was trying too hard.
That Nordic presence.
Luminous visage.
The eyes, the eyes, the eyes.
She only had two of them.
But what eyes they were.
All that pale translucent blueness evocative of snowy mountains, winterish fjords, and the 1938 winter war with Russia.
Pure poetry.
I could drown in those eyes.
We sat around the table.
Me, the Mammy, Mistress Pauline and Miss Finland.
Pauline, who as well as being a feminist is also a Jedi Knight, sensed a movement in the Force.
"You should see Minna's child," she suggested conversationally. "He's amazing."
Ah yes.
That old gag.
The old Have-You-Seen-The-Baby routine.
Just so's you know there's a baby.
This practice is related to the action of boyfriending.
That is to say the process whereby a girl inadvertently mentions her boyfriend every three minutes just so you know he exists.
Boyfriending is normally carried out by any female whose physical attractiveness is giving rise to a potential misunderstanding on behalf of a hapless male.
That is to say any girl I talk to for longer than three minutes.
The western tradition is that the girl's best friend shuts up and minds her own business.
But this time Pauline had made the executive decision to head off any misunderstandings.
Her and her Jedi powers.
Sometimes they're really annoying.