A story about Dr T
I was younger and poor and slept with the wrong guy. Not out of poverty; out of sheer, selfish stupidity. Tobias knew us both. He was amused but not judgemental. Then he borrowed me 500 swedish crowns. Then I had a nervous breakdown. When I re-emerged something like five years later I remembered that gracious loan with a gratitude my words could never beging to express. Tobias was amused that I remembered it at all. Now I’m, relatively speaking, both sane and flush so our relationship is strictly personal. I love this man.
Some minutes after reconnecting with Tobias he introduced me to my now-and-future Thorbiörn. To make sure, I asked Tobias whether this would be the right guy to sleep with. He said it was. He was right.
