Funny,
intelligent and playful. That’s the definition of authentic German women.
They’re awesome! You really can’t miss their physical charm: a lovely smile, a
perfect behind and a wonderful bosom. When I observe them carefully I become
playful myself sometimes, as if they mentally transfer their abilities to me.
How I want to be a German woman sometimes… Anyway, if you remember Lola from the
movie ‘Lola rennt’, you know what I mean. Just imagine that she has a nice pair
of gigantic tits. Perfection itself.
Not
comparable with the average German man though. Just imagine the stereotype…
Well, most of them are like that. Short hair and a blown up head put on a
disproportional body with a protuberant beer belly. They’re all the same, which gives
me an advantage. I’m different. I’ve got longer hair. There was only one straight
man I met that really looked different, handsome in a way, but he turned out to
be Greek. Shit happens.
What really
fascinates me is how those beautiful women can pick their Hulk out of that
masculine humdrum. They must be blind, naïve or just not picky at all. It makes
polygamy or swinging quite simple, since they won’t really see the difference
between their boyfriend and the guy that’s between their legs. Anyway, it’s a
good excuse for being unfaithful. “I swear, my love, I really didn’t see it was your best friend Peter
(say: Pétaah)!”
Enough
about these goddamned straights! The gay community is much more interesting. German
gays aren’t comparable with the German hetero guys. They áre different. Just
think of ‘Brüno’ and you know what I mean. Since I’m here I still didn’t meet a
homosexual dude that acts straight. It’s quite exaggerated. They don’t even
have to open their mouth to make it clear: their pink manbag, special haircut
and polished costume shoes betrays them. But at least they aren’t part of this
masculine German uniformity. Gays and disabled man make the difference here.
Amen to that.
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