Swedish guy with a big apartment in Stockholm, with a specific life goal:

I need a Persian wife to love completely and ridiculously! How the mullahs managed to hide the most beautiful women in the world under black bags is still one of the greatest crimes against humanity. I’m here to make up for it. You are a warm, funny, strong, elegant Persian woman with those dark expressive eyes, lush hair, beautiful smile and that perfect mix of softness and inner fire. If you’re sad, I will build a bonfire to jump over on the balcony, roll you in the softest blanket, feed you chocolate until you calm down, then we drink chai, read Hafez on Yalda night, set up the Haft-sin table and kiss until the sun comes up. I promise to support you in everything, take my time with you, make you laugh every day and enjoy life together. The right choice doesn’t just give love — it gives safety, stability, and finally a life we can breathe in. I already cook ghorme sabzi, fesenjoon, tahchin, khoresh gheime, kabob with tahdig sibzamini and Shirazi salad like it’s my full-time job. The only Persian dish I refuse to make is kaleh pacheh. Even I have limits. I even have a Persian bank manager named Nazanin (but she says she is Nazi). Last time she told me: “I open acunt for you… and after that you put something in it!” I’m still not over it. So… shall we start with chai and see if the chemistry is as strong as my fesenjoon? Swipe right if you’re Persian, love food, deep talks, and a Swedish guy who’s already halfway in love with your culture (and probably you).