Don’t get me wrong. I’ve met some hilarious Danish men – I work with two of the funniest in the country. But there will always be a small rift where we just don’t ‘get’ each other. Now I’m no comedian, but I do feel like my humour is often lost on Danish men, particularly when…
I was at an event the other day where around 70 Aussies (and three Kiwis) were in attendance. After a couple of ‘good Aussie beers’, an older gentleman began chatting to me. “I can image Danish men must be quite a phenomenon for Kiwi women,” he said. “I mean I was recently back in Australia…
As a foreigner, it’s sometimes a little intimidating meeting Danish men. Here are these guys, clearly out of your league anywhere else in the world, treating you like you belong in the latest Ralph Lauren catalogue with them. Not that I mind of course, but coming from a country where looks-wise everyone knows what league…
Danish men know how to play the game. While they may not be competing in the traditional dating game as such, they’ve created a much more sinister, craftier, slyer version – I’ll call it ‘slyming’. And sadly, this is one game where participation isn’t optional if you intend to get close to any Danish guy.…
There should be a small handbook given to any foreign woman who comes here and attempts to date the Danes. Along with your ‘How do I get a CPR card’ brochure, you should also receive the ‘How to date Danish men’ leaflet. Now I don’t consider myself an advice-giver in the arena of Danish men.…
Denmark is a land of extremes. Extreme weather, extreme political parties and extreme men. There’s incredibly bad … and there’s incredibly good. The middle of the road here doesn’t really exist. Now generalisations are easy. Individualisation is not. If you’d encountered some of the dates I have, you’d understand why I build certain boxes to…
Last week, as a friend filled me in on her recent outing to a wine bar, one line stuck out like a sore thumb. “And not long after I arrived, four men sat down behind us and started ordering pinot.” Now to me, the thought of four straight men walking into a wine bar sounds…
Last weekend I attended what at first glance would be considered an adult party. But after 20 minutes of conversation with a Johnny Bravo look-a-like, I quickly realised I had overestimated the maturity of my present company. Talking to him was like talking to a 26-year-old boy who’d just learned how to shave. He was…
I’ve come to notice during my time here that the humble bike is much more to a Danish man than just his means of transport. It’s his right-hand man when attempting to court women. The bike serves many functions. Most notably, it’s an intimate form of transport when shared. That manoeuvre involves holding, squeezing,…
I’ve never been one to coin a phrase, but there’s a first for everything: “Take a Dane out of Denmark and you take Denmark out of the Dane.” No more so was this the case than on a recent date with a Dane ‘Down Under’. I approached this date with a goal in mind: to…
After my friend’s disastrous date resulted in me meeting Mr Normal, a seemingly normal and great guy, I thought I had finally hooked myself a good one. Yet as always, things weren’t as they first appeared. Now whilst this guy didn’t turn out to be a weirdo or a pervert, he did turn out to…
I still remember the first time I experienced a Danish man’s attempt at romance. I was 19 years old and had just arrived in Denmark fresh from the Shire. I had instructions to meet him at Østerport Station at 6:30pm. Well, I had never been to Østerport Station and I was not happy with my…
