You know you're in love with an Iranian when killing soosks (cockroaches) is seen as your daily exercise.

You know you're in love with an Iranian when the fact you can catch a ball earns you the reputation of being 'athletic'.

You know you're in love with an Iranian and in Iran when most of the teenage boys in the neighbourhood (in Tehran) can grow a beard in a day much thicker than I will ever manage in my lifetime.  

You know you're in love with an Iranian when the idea of having milk (sheer) in tea (chai) seems wrong.

You know you're in love with an Iranian when after the 'early lunch' at 4pm you both decide its time to go back to bed and rest.

You know you're in love with an Iranian when you are having an 'early lunch' and its 4pm.

You know you're in love with an Iranian when you have become so good at picking nose jobs you can pick them 50 metres away.