I know: I kick holy houses. But I have to say it. I am sometimes so fed up with those cuddly, very solid Dutch habits. Take that eternal planning. “Shall we meet soon?” Usually means: “I look in my agenda and see another hole on Tuesday afternoon from 4 to 6 pm in three weeks.” We plan coffee dates as if they were Board Meetings. Spontaneously call in with friends? Impossible. “You could have briefly appealing?” you will be told. Even my mother wants an invitation, at least three weeks in advance. With time block.
Tikkie of 2 euros
And then that eternal economy. We check the offers, eat out a voucher and split the bill to the cent. My girlfriend recently sent – seriously – a little 2 euros for a cup of tea! I still haven’t paid her to make her feel how ridiculous it is. But say that right in her face … Despite our world-renowned Dutch directness, I don’t dare again …
Bammetje peanut butter and potatoes and preferably at the same time: Dutch people on holiday just like at home
Horror
Circle birthday, also something like that. The horror. Everyone on a chair, in a circle, with a slice of cake on a napkin. Talk about owner -occupied houses, childcare or illness and very. Cozy, right? No, so! I want to dance, laugh, drink wines – no chair dance without music.
I sometimes dream of Italian dinners without end time. Or sultry summer evenings with Piña Coladas, without a bit afterwards. And from a nice man who also dreams of that. That must exist, right? Finally, there is just Dutch blood flows through my veins for me. But I haven’t found my dream prince yet. And that bar is no longer that high, you know. Just someone who is sweet, a bit funny, preferably with a good head of hair, a strong chest and an adventurous character. And so without a bonus or stamp card or a deep-rooted fear of commitment.
‘I would rather have lost my parents than rich’
Hopeless date
My last date was hopeless again. The man and I had nicely chatted and agreed for a cup of coffee after a week. He was already there when I arrived at the coffee shop, neatly cared for thirteen-in-a-dozen type. He turned out to live nearby. “Nice neighborhood,” I said. Then he started talking about his favorable mortgage interest within five minutes and why he would probably never move. No joke. While I dream about canceling and traveling through South America at least three times a week, he started about the energy label of his apartment. Then he brought out his stamp card from the coffee shop – “Ten stamps, one free!” The spark? It was already extinguished before my cappuccino was cold.
Dutch men …
There are pretty nice in between. But I miss spontaneity. Firework. A little less practical, a little more passion. I want someone who suddenly says, “Grab your bag, we go to the sea one night.” Not: “In three weeks I will have a hole on Sunday from 1 to 5 pm.” Yet I keep hoping that there is a free spirit here that, just like me, loves his mother and bitterballen, but also of adventure, dancing at festivals and spontaneous excesses. Is that so much asked? ”
This story is based on true stories.
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