Because Johnny apparently orders the most expensive whiskey and just smells its smokey aroma, since he stopped drinking. And being firm belivers in hugs over drugs, further proof is provided by a Harvard study that found that when you hug a woman longer than thirty seconds, it increases her oxytocin levels and anticipation of sex.

Because we adore that you are the prefect mix of a rock star and academic, and comment on our new potential job with economic-philosophical arguments. Although, the three questions anyone needs to know is; Can you do the job?, Will you love the job? and Can we stand having you around? And because we are amused by the description of a person "as someone who wears normal-sized clothes" and that a jar can contain "honey from within the European Union and honey from outside the European Union". And that the husband of Zadie Smith say that "time is how you spend your love".

Because the reason cigarettes look so sexy and seductive in photos and film is because we can't smell or taste it. Or in the words of our western Yogi Richard Hittleman;

"Since we all know very well that smoking holds no value for the human organism, that is, the body certainy does not require nicotine and tar for its well-being, we can classify the habit as largely a nervous one. /.../ Coal tar and nicotine taste good after heavy, rich, devitalized, acid-forming foods. But cigarettes will hold little attraction following a meal that has been composed largey of life-force food."

And because you are still pretty handsome for someone being prone to nervous habits and a devitalized diet.

Because we adore dark curly hair, leather, extravagant wall paper, potato chips and Reese's peanut butter cups.

And because research has shown that the answer to the question "Do you like the taste of beer?" is more predictive than any other of whether you are willing to have sex on a first date.

Because Midnight in Paris is a delightful cliche of a French-American relations. And because French people define who they are by what they do outside of work and Americans define who they are by what they do at work. And because French people take food seriously and sex lightly while Americans take food lightly and sex seriously.

And because Woody Allen's Hemingway pour out unbeatable prose like;

"All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman's heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal. "

Because on the first day of our three-months-office-life experiment, we realized that the best thing about work is the weekly fruit basket and Friday afternoon drinks.

Because you obviously know that every other, third or fourth drink should be a glass of water.

Yesterday, we started questioning this decision of ours to swap quantity for quality. That wise and respectable choice was made before we re-realized that we're in Stockholm and still absolutely clueless as to how people become boyfriends and girlfriends in this town. It is, of course, nicer to eat at Nobu everyday instead of McDonald's. But McDonald's must surely be better than no food at all.

Our skylift-riding friend then said; "Yes, but you don't feel so good after eating at Mickey D. What I really want is someone to sleep with, but who doesn't want to hang out all the time." We agree, but it also depends on how hungry and bored you are. And we like hanging out a lot.

Another fast food-reference comes from last weekend when our doctor pal said that walking home from a night out ain't too bad with a cheeseburger in each hand and one in the pocket of his coat. Our respons to that was; when walking home, we would rather have one man by the hand than two cheeseburgers in our pocket.

Because Swedish men are so wholesome, sweet and trustworthy that we keep falling in love with a few of them each week. Americans are weird (in the good way) and intriguing, which is fun, but in most cases they turn out to be completely screwed (in the bad way). Whereas there is something about our own countrymen that just makes us want to move in and have babies.

Because you are the tallest half of our favorite married couple, you are all about enjoying life, you don't eat meat, drive a Porsche, hang out at Home Depot, and because the trouble with socialism is that you eventually run out of other people’s money.

Because we love crayfish parties, end of summer wool sweaters in combination with a tan, surfer hair, a mustache, beards (still) and creative head gear. We also had the pleasure to wake up next to a white-man-over-thirty in our make out closet who looks a bit like you.

More of an inspirational piece, but we doubt there are better ways of greeting a new day than in the interior design version of a pistachio macaron and spend the rest of your life in a French chateau with these boys.

These boys are certainly a sure sign of a good time, which also happen to be the message plastered across New York City subways promoting light beer. Not seeing the point over exposure to Bud Light, our friend, the culture and media expert, laid it down for us; "Well, it's summer you know. People don't want to be fat. They wanna drink beer."

Because beards and freckles is an even better combination
than burgers and fries.

Because an Italian on the bus today used the term "to climb the mountain" when talking about taking girls out to dinner and getting to know them before having sex.
"But that's not how you do it in Sweden."

We guess it is not so much about hiking, but rather not finding the time in the calendar for hanging out with people who you don't know, and if you actually talked to them you would find out that they are boring.

Maybe if there were more places that sold pizza in triangular shapes; grabbing a slice would count as dinner, be time efficient, delicious and encourage us to at least try to get to know each other.

Because if Ingrid Bergman look-a-likes are as crazy about you as tacos, that must mean you are hot, delicious and a perfect complement to late night beers in backyards.

T magazine did a pretty profile on one of our favorites, "By the time you read this, David de Rothschild will be floating somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the Plastiki, a 60-foot catamaran made primarily from used plastic bottles."

Oh, we though he would be standing outside our door, with Raybans on and be ready for a long breakfast.

We were reading a menu yesterday that had the headline; "Do you eat because you are hungry or because it tastes good?"

We suggest putting up similar signs in bars; "Do you drink because you are thirsty, or because you want to get drunk?"

Dear make out gals,

There are several parallels between a make out session and a cooking session. They're both highly seasoned acts involving plenty of steaming, sizzling and roasting elements.
Sometimes a high level of expertise is required, sometimes improvising is the key. In any case, you're in for a passionate, relaxing and blissful experience. Plus it's my firm conviction that once you master the kitchen, the bedroom's a piece of cake.

To make-outs and brussel sprouts!

Love,
Popculture cooking

Besides the fact that it looks like you are on a fancy version of a charter holiday, we'll disregard the beach front taverna and stick with the beard-and-a-tan-combo.