Never did I think it possible for one city to house this many good-looking human beings with an inherent penchant for well-cut Acne denim.
Unlike French hipsters, most of them looked like they actually showered, although I was slightly thrown off by the abundance of bizarre tattoos decorating the entity of their bodies..
It wasn’t rare to spot a female face adorning a body part, which led me to wonder – what one has to do to become a permanent fixture on one’s thigh?
Don’t forget to check out Union Kitchen and enjoy an avocado toast that blogger fantasies are made of! After a full evening of standing by a bar, batting our eyelashes at men who ignored us like we were code red Ebola carriers, we finally met two Swedish guys who seemed willing to socialize.
We were just starting to get comfortable, when we were interrupted by an obnoxious, albeit entertaining, Brit (drunk, of course). For one, I might actually be too Russian for this borderline aggressive form of gender equality.
In Woo Plus, connecting with anyone is comfortable and safe. I found a gentleman here who is really nice and definitely my type.
Thank you for helping me find a gorgeous girl here!! It was love at first sight, and he proposed to me six weeks later.
In an effort to impress us, he proceeded to demonstrate that Swedes were terrified of confrontation by yelling “SWEDES ARE TERRIFIED OF CONFRONTATION JUST WATCH THEY WON’T SAY ANYTHING TO ME” at the top of his lungs. Apparently, one-night-stands are the first step to relationships, and you don’t even have to flirt or talk much beforehand – they like to skip the awkward part and just go home together at the end of the night!
I almost had a heart attack, expecting a fight to break out on the spot, but was even more shocked to discover that our new Swedish friends had slipped through thin air and disappeared. I do hear that Swedes are excellent family material, especially if you’re all about splitting household responsibilities and taking turns changing diapers and all that other progressive stuff that us Russkis will probably never evolve to.
And yet, my loyal Honeymoon Wife* and I gave it a fair shot, visiting both Denmark and Sweden, following all the recommendations we were given, and never returning home before 4am.
Century, he would agree that when good hipsters die, they go to Copenhagen.
If you do go, pay a visit to Tradgarden, one of Stockholm’s multiple outdoor events, tucked away under a bridge and considered to be the hotspot of the summer.