Norwegian dating culture
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What happens next seems to be out of anyone’s control. seems to be a question no one, absolutely no one can answer.Then follows days, sometimes weeks of exchanging sms with more smileys than anyone can stand.
What comes next is the infamous party-trilogy: after-party, sex and hungover (and sometimes a bonus like vomit and morning-after pill).
What happens to women who grew up in such setting when they end up in Norway?
Being used to be seduced for weeks and months by men, with flowers and travels and dreams come true? So second conclusion: Norwegian women are fearless.
But Norwegians as other Northern peoples like Britts, Danes, Swedes, Finns and Russians drink really a lot.
A (drunk) Dane once told me that being half drunk is a waste of money. So this is not about drinking a few glasses, this is about getting smashed drunk, so much that you don’t remember what happened, that you felt so inhibited that you were not even yourself anymore and that it felt great.
All of these are true, either experienced by me or some of my female friends. Hey, no one said it was illegal to have a little imagination 🙂 You can try to guess which ones I made up though, a good test to know whether you know Norwegian society well, or whether you know me well.
I mean drunk enough not to remember what we are about to do? If you know any girl from Fiji, North Korea or Romania let me know, I am interested!
And then sometimes people hit it off and get together, and after many complicated commitments decide to call each other girlfriend and boyfriend.
They might have kids, but rarely do they get married.
You know, with a little style and dignity, not drunk with your fake tan getting off your face like I often saw in the UK.
In Copenhagen, where every Friday and Saturday evening see some kind of meat market going on in town, people look at each other for minutes and hours accross the room (party, bar) until one of them comes up to the other and says “my place or your place? Or women just come up to a guy in a cafe, handing their number and saying “I like you, call me”.
Although I see the benefits of women being like that, it is so foreign that I can only sweep and cry for all the Latin girls who never dare to do such things.