Part 2: EU, you don't love yo-self!

I was on my way to a second meeting with Gerardo, a genial Spanish-speaking Tinder date I’d Friend-Zoned but was happy to hang out with as amigos. When he suggested joining him and a friend for dancing, I finished my drink and jumped on the next tram to Prenzlauer Berg. I’d assumed the Friend verdict was mutual but, as with most of my relationships, even though we spoke the same language (okay, my Spanish could use a little work) I didn't understand what the hell was going on. READ MORE...

 
 

Part 1: What's that supposed to mean? Miscommunication between expats

Berlin is extremely international, attracting transplants from all over the world and - fun fact - half of all Berliners are unmarried. These statistics of foreigners and singles combine and: GAME ON! Within an hour of touching down at Tegel your Tinder inbox is full with die Männer of all ethnicities wondering how you like the city, how long you’re staying, and if you’ll still respect them when they love you too much (just an inference). So it wasn’t surprising when I matched with the very un-Deutsch Gerardo, who may have been Spanish but messaged right away with German efficiency. READ MORE...

 
 

Hugo explains the real reason Germans love David Hasselhoff

It was a sunny Wednesday and I'd spent the afternoon biking through Berlin's largest park, the Tiergarten, before my evening plans to meet Hugo. Hugo and I matched a day or two earlier on Happn, an app that shows who you’ve literally crossed paths with. Living in the same neighborhood made it easy enough to meet up. Hugo is 33, German, and has only lived in Berlin about a year. He looked cute and pleasant in his photos and planning with him had been easy. He quickly suggested an evening to meet, I suggested the bar, and that was that. No winky faces of flirtation, or expectation, just drinks with someone new.  READ MORE...

 

 

Part 2: My date's ties to homegrown terrorism!

Sebastian and I were having dinner at Transit, a trendy Asian restaurant in Mitte. Of the two of us, I was definitely chattier… Meaning I spoke more than one sentence at a time. To be fair he had probably seen the American flag emoji in my profile, and the promise I was passing through Berlin, and didn’t bank on much conversation.

In a move typical of my first dates, I was the first one to bring up ISIS. This is a shitty habit I’m unapologetic for: if something is on my mind and I suspect you may have an unexpected opinion or foreign perspective, I’m asking. Even if it’s over Thai food and you’re gauging how easy of an American I am. I want to talk about beheadings!  READ MORE...

 

Part 1: Swipe right for burritos and Socialism

Tinder-swiping in Berlin is like being a kid in a candyshop… a candyshop that has the good candy from all different countries. There are Kinder Eggs and Swedish Fish and Hot Tamales into Japanese bondage! They’re all international and styled and gorgeous. It’s swipe-right city.

My first time in Berlin was a quick four-day trip, my first time traveling alone. I wanted to meet someone cool to talk to, who could hopefully help me decipher a German menu. Sebastian and I matched pretty quickly.  READ MORE...