Dating a Dutchman? Never Again
This somewhat controversial piece was sent to me a by a lady who I’ll call Dutch, Loud and Proud. The Shallow Man recently posted a request asking for contributions from guest bloggers and amongst the pieces received was this one. Now I’ve been procrastinating about publishing this piece, for reasons that will become obvious if you read further.
On behalf of the author, I’ll add a disclaimer, that this is entirely based on her own experiences and preferences. The author wishes to remain anonymous, and I intend to respect that request. So without any further delay we’ll move to the post, Why I’ll never do a Dutchmen again.
No Dutchman no cry
I only joined the dating game a few years back, but I wouldn’t call myself inexperienced. Don’t worry, this is not going to be one of those graphic novel-type stories. However much I like to kiss and tell, I understand that subtlety is a virtue and that not everybody can appreciate the gore and raunchiness I’d unleash. Instead, I’d like to focus on the the caucasian Dutch Male. More specifically, I’d like to present some arguments and examples on why not to date them. Since I’m a thoroughbred Dutch girl myself, I’m going to do what my people do best. In other words, there will be a lot of generalization going on. I lack nuance just as much as the next Dutch person. So if you lack the ability to put things in perspective, get ready to have your feathers ruffled.
How not to flirt
First off, let us be clear on what is being implied when I speak of the native Dutchman. Lets start with the looks. Most Dutch men can be recognized by their gelled back locks, dime a dozen t-shirt, ill-fitted jeans to compliment and to top it all off, a pair of run down shoes preferably Converse or the like. So far not too different from any other caucasian male from any given race or culture. What really sets him apart, is his demeanor. Unless a Dutchman is comfortable with your presence or he is surrounded by his pack of friends, you can count on him to be very introverted and awkward. The sheeplike gaze that you get any time you try to make eye-contact from across the room or on the street comes from the utter astonishment you leave the poor guy in. Such sophisticated flirting is unheard of amongst the Hollanders.
Either the woman walks up to the guy and expresses her sexual interest for him in a rather upfront fashion, or of course the Dutchman tries to break the ice with his female victim by promptly insulting her. However much you’d like to punch the guy in the face for his rude comment, you most certainly should not.
You see, to a native Dutchman telling a woman she’d be much prettier if she’d lose 8 lbs and the glasses she’s wearing after having slapped her ass (i.e. being rude) is a way of being direct, and as we all know, directness is a virtue and it should be appreciated as such. Other caucasian men wouldn’t even dare to dream of doing anything like sexually assaulting a woman as a means of flirting with her.
Why I don’t go Dutch
Yes, I despise native Dutch men. Can you tell? I think my dislike for Dutch men started back when I was little. Born and raised in Amsterdam Zuid Oost, I’ve always been exposed to a plethora of different cultures and their heritage. When puberty first hit me, I of course had a couple of crushes on Dutch boys, but soon I realized my boobs weren’t big enough, my hair not blonde enough, my ass was not as flat as they’d prefer it to be, and my opinions were too strong and outspoken. My heart broke into a thousand tiny pieces every time I got rejected by a Jan, Willem, Niels or Pieter.
Soon I started dating men of color. They embraced my looks and loudness. I guess maybe my big and powerful presence reminded them of their mothers in some ways. They like to tell them what’s what, and so did I. After my first boyfriend, more men followed. With every man I dated the difference between men of color and Dutch men became more clear.
Of course, it’s like disliking certain vegetables or drinks: you can’t say you don’t enjoy dating the Dutchmen if you haven’t tried. So I did. But unlike cigarettes, dating Dutch men doesn’t get better with every one you smoke. Their passiveness mixed with their presumptuous air and disdain for women and people of color just infuriates me too much. Whenever you try to pin them down on their close minded behavior, they revert back to their 17th century state of being and start channeling their 4th grade presentation on Dutch tolerance. When explaining tolerating isn’t the same as accepting, they get pissed, throw out some racial slurs and call you a stupid woman-person whose sole purpose is to pop out babies and shouldn’t hurt her pretty little head over such complicated issues. Consider the argument finalised.
Okay, so that might be a too specific example. Let’s just say I’m stubborn, and so are most Dutchmen. I inevitably end up arguing with them about everything. They’re much like women in that they also like to be right about everything all the time. The problem however is that since I’m always right, Dutch men will often get the shit end of that stick and they don’t like it one bit. So unless a girl is going to be meek, compliant, and doesn’t talk back, they’d rather hit the road.
So I end up dating a man of color again. They adore the stubbornness, letting me go off instead of trying to curb my ranting and make it into an argument. Somehow they understand that a woman needs to vent. They understand that a woman is a passionate entity that needs the right type of attention and counterweight in order to flourish as a person, to use her fieriness in a productive way.
It’s a skill these men learned over the years, having their mothers teach them how to be a functional and constructive person in a world filled with women. You see, in most foreign households the mother is seen as the boss. She decides. Whereas in Dutch households the patriarchy is very much alive and kicking. I guess that’s the main reason I can get with men of color but refuse to date any more Dutchmen. Why would I opt for an unequal relationship with a Dutchman, one where I’d be valued less than the man, when I could be treated like a proportionate counterpart? I’ve made my choice, and I’m going to stick with it.
The Shallow Man would like to thank
Dutch, loud and proud, for her guest blog piece. After reading that you can understand why it’s best that she remains anonymous. She did start the piece by saying that she’d be generalising, and that she certainly did. All views are her own, and obviously, her perception is her reality.
Till next time.