German men and dating

My roomie is also a vegetarian, so I can’t even spy on his eating habits for the purpose of this post.

Germans are very efficient and love making schedules When I first noticed my 26 year old roommate penciling in all his plans on his wall calendar and computer calendar, I was definitely pretty surprised.

All Germans seem united in their hatred for the Deutsche Bahn, so just work that into your excuse, and your tardiness will be forgiven.

If there’s one country that people seem to love stereotyping, it’s Germany. Instead, I find Germans to really want a purpose in everything (perhaps so they can pencil it into their schedules).

Perhaps it’s from the image of Germans that Hollywood movies give, but I always find that people hardly ever give you a neutral response when you mention the word “Germany” or “Germans.” Example 1: Person: Hey, so I’m moving to Iceland. So instead, something like “Hey, let’s meet for coffee on Thursday at exactly 17.27” would be the correct German response.

While not all Germans I’ve met do this, most of them do like having a plan for the day. ” because that would be too vague, and perhaps bordering on chaotic for a structured German day.

Sure, it’s common to write down deadlines for school assignments, and work shifts, but I was surprised that everything from “call so and so” and “grocery shopping” were all written down.

I walk into Le Caprice on 5th avenue to meet my German. Either way, did I really want to have to deal with the suprise of a “Non-Kosher” salami? Bryce Gruber is a Manhattanite mom who can be found jet-setting off to every corner of the globe.

We meet at the bar, he orders a martini “just a little dirty.” It takes him an unusual amount of time to ask a chardonnay. Things start to get questionable when he starts to talk about his “HER-mes” jewelry obsession. He needs some “HER-mes” jewelry to accompany his watch. How can something that was going so good, turn in the blink of an eye? “Oh, well he’s just an alcoholic….their personalities switch at the drop of a hat” my friend Eve says.

This email was forwarded to me by a very close friend last night, and for obvious reasons I got a kick out of it. All I keep saying to myself is “what the fuck just happened? I know I look good, wearing a black tulle dress, payless heels and bundled in my effortlessly chic, yet somewhat cumbersome H&M cape I open the double doors just in time for a windstorm to fuck up my perfectly quaffed locks of brown hair. At the end of the day I know the answer to all of these questions along with the other insecurities are no no and no. She loves exotic places, planes with Wi Fi, summer clothes, & Sucre brown butter truffles.

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