Dating a swede
Don’t forget to check out Union Kitchen and enjoy an avocado toast that blogger fantasies are made of! After a full evening of standing by a bar, batting our eyelashes at men who ignored us like we were code red Ebola carriers, we finally met two Swedish guys who seemed willing to socialize.We were just starting to get comfortable, when we were interrupted by an obnoxious, albeit entertaining, Brit (drunk, of course). For one, I might actually be too Russian for this borderline aggressive form of gender equality.One of the most common places to find a partner is at a nightclub (or a mutual friend’s party), which may seem pretty obvious.
We’d been talking about arrogance, for some reason, when I made some daft comment about how arrogance doesn’t bother me so much when it’s warranted.
The situation only got better throughout the day, hitting its peak at the the Copenhagen Street Market, where I could no longer control myself and actually whipped out my camera to capture (and Instagram) all the homogenous hotness (and my Honeymoon Wife threatened to disown me.) Although we were warned that Danish men can be quite stand-offish and reserved, expecting women to take the initiative (these are the people responsible for the who “going Dutch” injustice, after all), we were pleasantly surprised to be approached throughout the entire night – or at least starting 1am, when most people had enough drinks in their system. An unfulfilled fantasy of tall hunks and impeccable street style, both of which never quite measured up to our expectations.