It beggars belief that any rational girl would have broken Skarsgård’s heart. But he insists, reciting an embarrassing story from his childhood. This is either to put us at east or to prove he’s human, a matter which is, frankly, still up for debate. (How else to explain that body, which he insists is God given, and not the result of hours spent with a personal trainer. With the exception of a very slight overbite, he’s not just an ideal physical specimen but engaging and smart in a way that can’t be faked.)
“I was 11 years old and there was this girl that I was into,” he says, with another goofy laugh. “There was a school dance, and I borrowed four five different bottles of cologne from friends. I was like, ‘I’m gonna smell like fucking heaven now!’ I just mixed them all for some weird reason. I went to the dance and people couldn’t be within 20 feet of me.”
What did he learn?
“Less is more.”
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