Going Dutch

Remember Freek (#35), the Dutchman I met in October, eventually hooked up with and never heard from again? I did do him injustice. He must have been genuinely busy when he was out of touch after we had sex. Because the minute I stopped thinking about him, he came back into the picture, texting, IMing and whatnot. We were meant to meet up on the 22 December, after his long long spell in the US but typically, I contracted a nasty cold and had to cancel.
But I am looking forward to see him again next year. It's always good to have someone for casual dating and sex.

I have now decided that I definitely do not want to date any more Brits or, God forbid, Paddies. Simple reason: The Curse. It's downright ridiculous, how is it possible that a whole nation has tiny dicks? And the Irish are even worse than the English, they seem to have dicks of a truly microscopic quality. Yes, very biased, also I've only ever seen (yes, only seen, not actually had inserted anywhere thank God) one Irish dick (total pencil dick) but my dear friend Caroline, I believe, has had sex with a couple (or only one?) Paddies and she told me about this one guy whom she met at the Octoberfest and it turned out he was the son of one of the main characters in a popular telly show which was set on a fictional island; and his dick, she told me, was a mere 3 or so inches. Erect, that is. Creepy.
So now I reckon I would pretty much like to focus on dating the Dutch. They're usually very tall and I can practise my Dutch with them. They seem to be everywhere anyway.