"I buy you drink, You be my girlfriend"

The title in itself is very self-explanatory, however, that wouldn't satisfy my cravings to write nor will it provide any form of leisure to my non-existent readers.

I'll do my best to not talk too authoritatively about this issue because I am only a part-time flirt and would best be with usual friends when out for a drink. But since I'm the king of this page and there's barely anyone to thwat me with the hand of judgement, I'll go right ahead and splurt out as much confident words are possible.

So it begins... You're a foreigner and is out one night, with a bunch of losers whom you call your friends and you all go to where the happy-hap's at! The night is young, the streets are busy, the usual Friday night. And halfway through the night, when you're under the power of the alcohol Gods, you start feeling a bit more loose, in both speech and wallet. That's when you'd start feeling a bit generous, as in, you'd want to buy someone(s) a round, or ask a friend to take a shot with you...

So you incidentally randomly pick a girl friend, you go the counter, get two drinks, and go back to the table and hand it to her. Then all of a sudden, the situation turns awkward, she'll most likely stare at you with a "what-do-you-want-from-me" look. That's when you realize that girls here in Stockholm don't like the idea of anyone buying them a drink under any circumstances apart from flirting.

As an emphasis to 'Square Dating' I'll have to mention the fact that a drink here is so costy that giving it away is basically asking someone out.



Wonder what this means..

I'm not too keen on the concept I must rather say, sometimes, when your generosity gets turned down, it tends to disrupt your piece of mind. :D

And of course, it's a mirror effect. If you accept a drink from any person apart from your really close buddies, it means you're indirectly saying "yes" to a "can we hit it off?" question. I learned this the HARD way when I accepted a drink (while drunk myself) from a random DUDE on a cruise ship disco place. I apologized and explained that I'm straight and terminally ill and is in no shape whatsoever to physically connect with anyone because that would lead to serious respiratory consequences. (Yeah I tend to become a bit more unrealistic when drunk)

These minute cultural differences are things that are most memorable to me, therefore, it is just righteous that I try and compile them in this blog to look back to when I get Alzheimer's.

I'm losing my formality so I'd like to thank you all for reading this up to now, and promise that this blog will only get better with time.