The Dutch ladies are relentless once they have set their sights on a target.
My advice will no doubt upset some, and if I am captured by a posse of angry Dutch men with lion king hairstyles and am forced to sit through hours of music from Tiesto, Fedde La Grand and Armin van Buuren, i’ll look into the eyes of my enemies and shout, sodemieter op, jullie domme kakkers! Dutch men, are probably the luckiest of their species on planet earth.
Therefore, at considerable risk to my bespoke tailored three piece suit wearing self, I have put together a list of deadly mistakes to avoid when dating Dutch men.
That in itself would be reason enough for every Dutch male to get down on their hands and knees and thank God, Buddah or Allah that they are lucky enough to be born here, but they have an even better reason to be blissfully happy.
Dutch women are, in the opinion of the shallow man, the most predatory women on planet earth.
” At which point the response was “you dirty man, you get out now! The shallow man has met many an expat lady that have been on dates with Dutch men that have not led to happy endings.
Several disappointed, international antelope, have asked me where they went wrong in their pursuit of the Dutch lion.
” The staff member responded “pressure point massage.” The English voice asked “what other kinds of massage?
” To which the response was, “pressure point massage.” The inquisitive chap on the other side of the curtain pressed on. ” the voice of the staff member was now getting louder, “we do normal massage.” The English voice pressed on and finally got to the point, “what about a happy ending?
A female friend and sometimes running partner of the shallow man, was having a massage in a place in the Rivierenbuurt.
She was behind a curtain, having a good massage, when she heard a voice in English asking one of the staff, “what kind of massage do you provide here?