Dating in iceland
Standing in the doorway looking around the room trying to match the face to the picture is beyond awkward in either situations. So the night goes on sharing small talk with a good mix of uncomfortable pauses. One classmate in particular had a similar story to mine so I thought perfect, here is someone who can totally relate to me.One thing I have learned, I am not good at picking faces out in a room and they usually have to come to me, great first impression. She had been in Iceland for almost 8 years so I was hoping to get some tips and insight from her so I asked her to lunch.
I mean I am downgrading my life to live here in Iceland with him so he should pay for it.During my four months abroad I have put myself out there more times than I can count and have attended several functions as ways to meet new people.Don’t get me wrong, I have already met some wonderful people that I can see turning into great friendships.But after these past few months I have come to realize something. If you think about it, meeting people for the first time is a lot like walking into a blind date. Maybe they didn’t really like you and never want to see you again!You may have seen this person online but that is about the extent of your knowledge of what they look like. Ahh it is all so confusing, where is the rule book for these things. Date one: I had been in Iceland for about two weeks when I began my Icelandic classes and I was looking forward to making friends in class.It was exactly how I pictured walking into the cafeteria on the first day of school, but with a foreign language being spoken.
Finally someone spoke to me, in Icelandic of course, and once they knew I only spoke English they made sure to be very vocal about it.
I can’t tell you how many times during our practice I heard, you have to speak English to her she doesn’t understand Icelandic.
Ummm yeah basically our friendship did not continue and I left that date with a need for a stiff drink.
Date 2: I have played volleyball since I was a little girl so when I moved to Iceland I thought joining a volleyball team would be a great way to meet people.
I found a team that was practicing twice a week right near my house so I headed out for my first practice full of hope that I was about to meet some great new friends.
When I walked into the gym I was greeted by a group of older Icelandic women who all kind of just looked at me without saying anything.