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Johannes - you dog. Can't believe you did it.

We were talking last night at the happening Lincoln Boulevard in the heart of Miami Beach about different cultures and how guys pursue girls. We started innocent by talking about how the mix of different ethnic groups make up the cities or their parts with the vibe that is largely unknown in Northern states and most of Canada, with the exception of the most populated cities. It's not just multicultural makeup but a certain feel, like the Latino vibe down here in Miami. We end up talking about some cities in Europe and then we were discoursing about our native Poland and Germany. I was obviously speaking for Polaks and Johannes for German folk. Namely we noticed how different this whole Caribbean vibe in Miami is from what you would experience in the cities we grew up in. Then Johannes was lamenting the downfall of German language and its culture and how all better looking girls in Germany were won by more aggressive young Turkish lads while the German boys are too passive or too obsessed with their careers.

Take for example our peculiar predicament. We enjoy our trip a great deal. Not often you dare to burn so much time on a sailboat sailing down the coast hoping to get to more exotic places soon, if we survive the next day that is. Lately however, we strongly feel the need for some fresh social interaction, an input besides our same old selves. We find it hard to make up a small talk to meet new people and make some new friends. Let me stop beating around the bush: we do talk about girls here. It's not that we are looking for some action. But some interaction would be great. Don’t kid yourself: there are some gooooood looking girls down here, and we are just two young guys in foreign places. So Johannes and I decided to break our Northern European coldness and passivity and show some initiative. The sport was to make a small talk with some nice looking lady at least once a day. This was the goal: going up to some nice looking girl and practicing our conversational skills. Well, this very morning I found out I can still freeze in 90 degree weather. The opportunity came and I was nibbling on a tangerine to cover my nervousness. Johannes was teasing me a bit so I quickly asked him to "show me the way you big talker" and I almost choked on my citrus - he just got up and did it. He walks up to this fine looking young woman and somehow he came up with something to talk about - I don't know yet what about, since we split for the days just before that. But I've seen him and a girl interacting good few minutes making few laughs and all. I was dumbstruck. The rat can do it and I can't. Dammit-ski. They had a great talk, it seemed. It resembled nothing of my infamous attempt to talk to a certain lady few months back. Just a thought of that disaster makes me grateful for stricter gun laws in Canada. My head doesn’t need any more holes, thank you very much.

My friend from another life, whom I greatly respect, even though I’ve seen him jumping out naked from a closet in a hotel room to scare off our another friend, made a comment one day that I remember well to this day. He said that some people don’t get hooked up because they are either too picky or too shy. Well, let me take my plea public: What do you supposed to do when you are very picky and extremely shy? Any one specializing in a social intelligence studies, please feel free to pitch in. My e-mail is somewhere down here on this page. There must be a hope?

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