“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.
While at work one day, he’d attempted to make polite conversation with Noortje, his departmental secretary. ” He’d asked her, not in the least bit interested in any answer she might have provided.