Posted by Simon Woolcot Jul 28, Dating 3. The Shallow Man has written lots about dating. I was recently in a relationship with a Yoga instructor, but we had to go our separate ways as she was too inflexible. Living large in Singapore, like a cat that got the cream, is the Parisian, who recently sent me this little piece about her experiences and that a Dutch man dating a French woman means mutual trauma.
I have heard too many Dutch men complain about being traumatized by their failed relationships with French women. And I wondered whyβ¦ until I read your book β which made me cry with laughter! On my tropical Asian island, because I had decided to date only Dutch men on a whim, I briefly saw three Dutch guys back to back. This bizarre idea of mine was fully supported by Tinder but not by any of my friends β¦not even by my Dutch onesβ¦.
These three Dutchies could not have been more different; therefore, it is impossible to establish a generality β and I sincerely bless them for having their own beautiful qualities. So that you get the picture, if I had challenged them to bring a bottle of champagne to my place at noon on a work day: one would have brought three magnums of Krug Brut Champagne and a bottle of lubricant , and offered me a piece of vineyard land β in Uzbekistan β and came along with a wonderful transvestite to make the lunch more extravagant.
The saddest part is that this really is not too far from the truth⦠Although I am making these Nordics sound more sophisticated than they are by adding French words, a Eurovision finalist, and a country which is legitimately underestimated for its wine production. Shallow Man, you state that the first rule for dating a Dutch man is to sleep with him on the first night.
My first Dutchman, I made him wait two months. He was so enthused by my decision β like any man would be β that three weeks after our first date he dropped off a purple pack of nuts with a bow at my doorstep. It was his way of symbolising his painfully blue ballsβ¦ I playfully chose to ignore his fatigued right hand. On my part, I took his gift very seriously as I could not have imagined a more romantic gesture coming from a Dutch man β buying me a CD of a violinist who is considered in France as French, and who appears on our TV commercials surrounded by cats with psychedelic eyes wearing tinsel every Christmas season.
