Reasons Why I Cannot Date Danish Men

I've been slacking on blogging, and its because I've already fallen into routine here (the little things are less exciting now). And everything will probably be out of order, but who cares.

**I have based this off of the data I have collected from copious people watching, multiple late night adventures, casual small talk with strangers, and Nina who teaches my Danish Language and Culture class**

***Disclaimer- this is 150% subjective. ***

- Their sense of humor: it's too dark and ironic. Like everything else here, it is wayy too sophisticated for my taste. It's also just too difficult to distinguish when people are trying to joke versus when they are not and I don't have time (or desire) to try to figure it out.

- They dress better than I do most of the time: the pressure to be well-dressed all the time is too overwhelming.

- TALL: height difference is unreal (and inaccessible). The cobble stones make it impossible for a girl to wear heels in public, so that's not even an option.

- I am a lightweight: my inability to hold my alcohol will have me a fool at a proper dinner, as people drink alcohol in place of water at every meal. (Unfortunately, I have already been here done this.)

- Pronouncing names: Despite the Danish origins of my names (Annette and Annie), I cannot correctly pronounce a single Danish name. Case in point- I called a guest lecturer "olay" because his name was spelled "Ole" and he made a scary face at me.

- Remembering names: this might have something to do with the fact that I can't pronounce any of them, but I can't remember any names either.

-Dutch pay: Apparently, because of the strong sense of equality and independence, the check is always split in half. But sometimes (most of the time) I like being bought things.

-Age: People ranging from ages 14 to 45 all look like they're in their mid-20's.