The Swiss dating game

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I can just imagine a Statistican's date....

"There is 22% chance, she will pick Lobster as her main dish, so If I go for the Sirloin Steak, I can keep the average costs at 45chf. If she however goes for a Vegetarian dish (18% chance), priced at 30 CHF, chances are the Dole would be the best choice of wine. If i order that when the Waiter comes in 2 minutes, there is a 55% chance of success, the Wine will go with her food as well."

No offense intended, just love the way statistics can be used.

Doc.

You want to know how is the Swiss dating game ?

let me draw you a diagram....

there you go.

Now SL, are you referring to the Swiss women? The black clad ladies? So how many of them have shown rythem when you dance with them? There MUST be a dating scene though, otherwise the Swiss would be extinct.. which they are not... yet...

Having humour, I already start to frown when reading that sentense and laugh nervously because I am polite and know I should be laughing... get me OUT of there....

I deal with quite a few Swiss men and find them quite sexy

The only issue I have is with their clothes - In the last few weeks I have endured "white linen trouseurs"(see-thru ), not the first time and the most skimpy shorts(think 70s football players) and jeans so tight they leave nothing to the imagination

[quote=Doctor;509329] And when he is asked his phone number, he only gives an estimate.

Oh my, another engineer cyclist, it must go hand in hand? Now I have to agree with Gwendy, surely there is a dating scene somewhere?! Some kind of underground bar hopping frenzy that the accountants, bankers, engineers (no offense SL) and statisticians of Switzerland secretly attend but keep under wraps as not too seem too...well...interesting?

If it's not reported on in Blick, there is nothing to miss. In fact let's hope there is that particular scene, which means we won't be frequenting the joint and they are all in one place at one time... Well, the "probability" of then finding a decent Swiss bloke should in fact be quite high.. so my deduction of that theory is.... there isn't one... unfortunately... a scene that is... I shall keep my eye out though and the next nerd will be asked where he is off to for the evening, will then post here on EF and you can avoid the place nice of me eh? hahahahaa

I am married to a Swiss woman for many years and didn't find them strange. Maybe the men is a bit too sweet for English taste. As they greet you Gruezi just about everywhere, it is not difficult to continue the conversation from there. It is also culturally rude to ignore people so that should be an easy start for you.

As for the black clad woman, this has been the case for the last 25 years as far back as I can recall.

how abt a PCB (printed circuit board) diagram? infinitely smaller and very practical (plus u can redraw)

the mech engineers will go green in jealousy, lemme tell u!

I really have no idea how the swiss dating scene goes on.

I moved allways on the latin worlds in Geneva and Zürich, and there, there is plenty of flirting, playing, dating , pursuing, bouncing and rebouncing going on.

But it is indeed not swiss nor standard. Even though there are plenty of swiss involved, but those have been touched by the latin bug, so I can't call them standard. ( I don't know how many of the are accountants though )

The ones at the office look much more sedated when it comes to love, relationships or sex. Even more than the EF victorian prudes, so you can get and idea about how bad it is

So I keep a low profile there, not involving me at all with anybody, I had a flirt with a girl there 8 years ago and this created me a fame of womanizer bohemian that I can't get rid of. Well I have to admit they were not that wrong anyway ... anyhow I keep me very "sedated" at work.

I've been 2 years back here in Zürich and have a lot of nightlife, clubing some 4-5 times per week. I've seen and experienced a lot. So you can ask specific questions and I'd give you fuzzy answers

Anyhow I grew tired of the superficial and snobby züri nightlife and I am slowly but surely settling down with a pretty swiss girl.

She is an accountant BTW, sweet and dependable, pretty and caring, a bit "sedated", but that's much more better than the many wild girls I went through already

That nervous laugh is coming again, along with the frown.. never a good thing, wrinkles...

Enjoyed your turn of phrase here... Would you care to expand on the sedated notion ? although it would be entirely for my amusement.... Blow up dolls spring to mind.

lol!

I've met a load of guys online, but never the right one, as yet! No do not rule out internet dating, plus they say if you stop looking he's comes along

Certainly think your right, putting yourself out there to some extent.

God I love these animated smilies... for finish packing for flight to Zurich!!

-Katy

SL, may I be a bit forward and ask you how old are you? You seem to have spent quite a bit of time in Swiss, thats all.

Girls only ask my age when I am being considered as marriage material....

...again why are you asking that ?

I fixed that for you.

Ok to be honest I dont have much experience in dating Swiss girls, they seem to be a bit reserved and held back. However Ive found out that once they get past the initial shock and awe of "someone actually approached me" they are quite nice to talk to.

Plus the Schweizer Deutsch..! God, how can you not love that?!

So this is what I think the initial problem is here in Switzerland. No one approaches. Men OR women. Maybe it is because I have been living in panties on the lampshade Australia for the last few years, but I find it very unnerving trying to be the one to initiate anything. Without sounding too stalkerish (ahem ahem, clears throat) I have had my eye on a prime masculine specimen who has his boat docked in my backyard (its a boat harbor). Now I would love to approach him, him with his manly swagger and brown boat shoes, but I dont want to give the poor guy a heart attack. A woman, actually approaching a man?? Probably trip over his own oars.