SO I had an interesting conversation with my dear father today:
*at the dinner table*
Me: I need a Swedish boyfriend....
Me: I NEED A SWEDISH BOYFRIEND!
father: don't shout...
me: ondsko (evil shoe, but I meant to say undskyld, sorry)
father: eat your dinner
Me: I still need a Swedish boyfriend!
Father: how come
Me: I just have this calling, ya know?
Father: who's calling you?
Me: dunno, Øresund?
Father: Really now?
Me: suppose so
Father: but why swedish?
Me: swedes are hawt?
Father: and Danes aren't?
Me: some are
Father: but not the ones you know?
Father how do you want him to look then?
Me: like, tall blue eyes, blond, ya know the classic Nordic?
Father: what's wrong with short and dark?
Me: it's not my fucking fault that you're a hybrid between an Italian and an Asian!
Father: I'm not a hybrid... hey wait Italian?
me: I dunno! don't ask!
Sister: øhhh Belle?
Sister: dunno lol
father: anyway, Swedish.. do you expect him to understand you whenever you speak?
Me: well, no.
me: we're going to sweden!
Father: interesting, when?
father: in the middle of dinner?
Me: good point.... This friday!
Father: *sighs* alright then.
Me: in Vallåsen!