After a bit of chatting, we found out we were in thernsame city!On my very first night in Copenhagen, I went with an American girlfriend to a downtown discotheque. I think Zulus or spacemen would have found some way to communicate with us, but this was apparently beyond the capability of three well-educated Danes.I’m a blonde, and she’s an attractive black woman, so you could say we had something for every taste. Three men sat across from us, a distance of approximately 25 centimeters. Finally, fortified by gin and tonics, we spoke to them first, and they turned out to be nice guys.But that was a lucky night: Since moving here, I have been to many a discoteque where women shake their booty with their girfriends for hours while men watch with pretend disinterest from the sidelines, their eyes radiating invisible beams of desire: Please, miss, ask me to dance. I know it happens; the streets are full of Danish babies.After failed attempts on other dating websites, I was tired of notrnmeeting guys with my same taste in music (the basis of any relationship, in myrnbook!) Found this site by accident and within a week was chatting with a fellowrnmetal head from the US.Before 1am, Danish men weren’t drunk enough to talk, and after 3, they were too drunk to talk.The icebreaker of course, is alcohol, and I have little doubt that if it vanished from the Earth tomorrow Danes would never reproduce.
Most women want the same thing, although they’d probably like it to last longer than three minutes.
Yet you see Danish men and women in parks in the summer, sitting alone on blankets, or in cafes in the winter surrounded by their buddies or girlfriends with their hair carefully gelled, lonely and horny but contemptous of anyone who dares to approach.
But much like other reported miracles, such as Christ walking on water or an American president delivering a speech he wrote himself, it’s something I’ve never seen with my own eyes.
For one thing, Danish people seem to think that talking to strangers is uncouth.
Ask Danish men why they don’t chat up women, and they say that women don’t want to be approached.
They’ll make fun of you; they’ll think you’re desperate. What men want of course, is the same thing that has produced a world population currently approaching 7 billion.