To Quote an Anonymous Source:

"I'm afraid your mom is right about German men. I used to think it was just me. They're not much good at flirting... And then they get all angsty about their low birthrate!"

That's right. Nary a catcall but the ladies are to blame.

Wait a second, I just realized: Both the men my mother married (the best-forgotten Ronnie, #1; and my own keeper of a Pops, #2) are American. Tito's even 50 percent Italian.

And she tries to sell me on Deutschy asexuality?

Good thing I didn't come here for love because —  Excuse me, interruption...

I'm back, and I kid you NOT: A guy perched next to me at St. Oberholz just asked me for my number. Distressed leather jacket. Silver stud above his chin. Writing a philosophy doctorate. Grade A slacker-cum-intellectual. Even smokes the cigarettes to prove it.

Now ask me his nationality. Go ahead.

AMERICAN, baby, don't you know it.

I was jonesing for even just a wink from someone. God bless the U. S. of A.

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[Julie]

mmmm... german hipster. yummy. go Lilan!