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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.I mean, personally, I would’ve left after the conversation stuck around shopping for more than a minute because I have enough gay men in my life. Dating a man 6’8″ comes with a set of compromises, I suppose… “Shit” I mumble, there goes my freeze frame, music video entrance. I constantly put myself out there only to meet guys like Franz, Hanz, and Shmanz. Questions run through my head like, am I not pretty enough? But there is something unsatisfying about placing ALL of the blame on the other person. Bryce's aim is to do to luxury what Elton John did to being gay. 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.
and real "giddy," like we are still in high school!
However, I am very confused about German dating norms. I'm very worried that I might ruin it all by being too American-minded when it comes to the dating "game." Can anybody explain to me the differences between relationships in the US and Germany...