After living in Germany for a few months now, here’s my observations on the most popular German stereotypes. Of course when you do run late, they’ll tell you it’s fine, but underneath their happy, smiling exterior, you can totally sense their disappointment. In the land of punctuality, for some reason the Deutsche Bahn is never fully reliable.
I was in Berlin for a month and I can’t even remember it…that’s how epic it was!!! ), some I do find hilariously true to a certain extent. What I find amusing is how some Germans will search up schedules on the Deutsche Bahn website, so it’s not even, “Hey, let’s meet at around 5,” but rather, “Hey, let’s meet at exactly 17.27.” And when they say 17.27, you better be there at 17.27.
If there’s one country that people seem to love stereotyping, it’s Germany. Instead, I find Germans to really want a purpose in everything (perhaps so they can pencil it into their schedules).
Since tomorrow is a special day for W and me, I figured it would be a great idea to share with you what it’s like to be married to a German.No, it’s not only about beer, potatoes and sausages…. If 10 years ago someone had told me that I would be married to a German, I would laugh. Well, life is REALLY full of surprises, not only I married a German who speaks German, but one that also speaks my language too, Portuguese. Yes, our 3-year wedding anniversary is tomorrow, and while this post is being published, we are celebrating this day in Paris. A husband who actually speaks that crazy language that sounds more like cursing, drinks lots of beer and only eats potatoes and sausages?hmm, yes, just a little bit, but there is more to it. One of the first things I learned about a German man is that he can cry.
I mean, a lot, of happiness and sadness, and they aren’t ashamed of that.
I walk into Le Caprice on 5th avenue to meet my German. Either way, did I really want to have to deal with the suprise of a “Non-Kosher” salami? Bryce Gruber is a Manhattanite mom who can be found jet-setting off to every corner of the globe.
We meet at the bar, he orders a martini “just a little dirty.” It takes him an unusual amount of time to ask a chardonnay. Things start to get questionable when he starts to talk about his “HER-mes” jewelry obsession. He needs some “HER-mes” jewelry to accompany his watch. How can something that was going so good, turn in the blink of an eye? “Oh, well he’s just an alcoholic….their personalities switch at the drop of a hat” my friend Eve says.
My article is obviously very cliché, based only on my own experience.
I hope the readers, my German friends and colleagues will not take this article too seriously and take no offence but have a good laugh whilst reading my “sociological analysis” about the difficulties of dating a German man and its consequences!
Not all Germans are alcoholics, but probably the vast majority is workaholic. because for them, most of the time everything is fine. Fixing things at home is just one of their domestic capabilities, they also cook and clean, help with the kids, iron their clothes, walk the dog, and they even kill spiders in case you need.