They started with a superb meal at Mystique followed by a couple of cocktails in the bar downstairs, which had a nice mixture of locals and expats, good music and a civilised atmosphere.
The expat decided to take his friends to Bar Italia, a popular place in Amsterdam.
Lucky man, thought the expat, spending a weekend with a woman who has a nosebleed if she has to count from one to ten.
“I don’t know why you expats always hit on us Dutch women.
With a knowing look, and an unusual glimmer of intelligence, something that he’d yet to see in her in their dealings thus far, she responded “expat, I have a boyfriend, so I’ll be spending the weekend with him”.“Ga terug naar het platteland jullie domme dorpelingen”The things I do for my readers!The expats initial encounters with Dutch women, hadn’t so far been promising.It appeared that lots of Dutch women just didn’t give a damn how they looked, the attitude appeared to be, take me as I am or go to hell.Hell had never been an attractive option until he moved to Amsterdam.