I speed-dated a European

With most of Germany being on holiday, my work schedule is pretty light at the moment. As a result, I’m spending much more time than I should scrolling through my Facebook feed. Still, every now and then, a little gem pops up that makes a bored blogger’s heart skip a beat. In this case, it was a post by Pulse of Europe called Speed-date a European.

Having read that it wasn’t a romantic thing, and assuming that there would be no touching involved – I’m still scarred from the Cuddle Party – I decided to ask my Irish friend, Gay, along for the ride.

Gay: What is it? 

Me: I have no idea.

Gay: It sounds a bit mad. In. 

Everybody needs a friend like this.

With the event kicking off at 2 p.m., we decided to meet at 1 for a confidence-boosting glass of wine. Well, come on, we are Irish…

Despite being billed as a “meetup with a twist, a fun way for Europeans from various countries to meet, ask questions, fight bias and smash boundaries”, we still didn’t really know what to expect. But, brave souls that we are, we sat down on the steps of the Konzerthaus, making our Popos comfortable on “I speed-dated a European” cushions.

Happy Popo

If the first surprise was how many people were there, the second was the average age. In my cynical way, I had anticipated the place being overrun with irritating hipsters in their 20s, but no, it was pretty much a sea of grey hair. I actually felt young.

(Photo by Piotr Spierewka)

In light of recent events – Brexit (BOOO!), Trump (BOOOOOOOOOOO!) and Marine le Pen (phew!) – it seemed like the perfect time to get people from different cultures together. The atmosphere was jolly, people waved various flags around and the organisers took to the stage. The opening, by a German girl and a French man, in German and English, was a little Eurovision-y for my taste but that’s why bringing a friend to these things is always a bonus. Eye-rolling and chuckling done with, we settled in for an intro to what Pulse of Europe is about and how the event would work.

Ms Eurovision: By now, you’ll all have red or blue sheets of paper.

Gay and I exchanged confused glances and looked around to see that everyone else had, in fact, got red or blue sheets of paper. He hastily got up and went to remedy the situation. Red sheets were for non-Berliners and blue were for Berliners. The idea was that you had to talk to someone with the opposite colour for five minutes, with three switches taking place during the hour. The words to Ode to Joy were printed on the sheets (in German) but I didn’t give that much thought at the time.

Mr and Ms Eurovision called out various “get the conversation going” questions for each round, but I’ve never needed much help in talking the ear off someone so they were largely ignored. My first victim was a German lady in her sixties and we chatted away happily for the first five minutes. The gong rang and we were supposed to move but, well, sitting… so we chatted away for the next five minutes, too. I could now add “speed-dating a sexagenarian” to my ever-growing list of odd things I’ve done in Berlin.

For the third round, a German man in his sixties sat on the other side of me – next victim ensnared. After a little political stuff from the stage, I spend round four in a sexagenarian threesome. The “prompt question” this time round was “what are your cliches about my country?” I’ve always thought that Ireland was pretty easy to stereotype so I was a bit surprised when my new man date came out with “sheep”.

Me: Sheep?

Thoralf: Yep, sheep.

Me: Anything else? 

Thoralf: Umm… 

Me: Wow. OK. 

Frauke: Wait, it’s green. 

Me: Yes.

Frauke: Oh, oh, RED HAIR! 

Thoralf: (looking at me a bit suspiciously) You don’t look very Irish. 

Me: Nope, I guess I was just born lucky. 

Thoralf: So, what are your cliches about the Germans?

Me: Socks and sandals, putting beach towels on sun loungers on their way home from the pub, beer, sausage, Lederhosen…


Me: Yes, yes, I know. (I glanced down at my sheet of paper) Um, do we have to sing at the end of this? 

Thoralf: Oh yes, it’s wonderful. 

Me: It might not be so wonderful for you with me singing in your ear but OK. 

And so we did. With Bernd playing Beethoven on a banjo, hundreds of voices filled Gendarmenmarkt square as Beethoven probably spun in his grave. It was great.

Bernd plays the banjo

All that was left to do was for everyone to hold hands and dance around the square but with my “no touch” policy still firmly in place, this was my cue to leave.

No hand-holding, please. I’m Irish.

Taking our free cushions with us, Gay and I made good our escape. Still, I have to say, it was a lot of fun and a very well-organised afternoon. Pulse of Europe runs similar events in cities all over Europe on the first Sunday of every month so if you fancy some talking, singing and maybe even a little dance, I suggest you check them out.

Now, once more for Europe, all together please, with feeling:

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,

Tochter aus Elysium,

Wir betreten feuertrunken,

Himmlische, den Heiligtum…





19 thoughts on “I speed-dated a European”

    1. It’s not that common but I do know one 🙂 It’s definitely more northern and Scandinavian. Yeah, that’s why it was nice to see so many people there, especially older people! I guess we get kind of stuck in a work-home routine, going out with the same people to the same places… it’s good to force yourself to do these kinds of things once in a while! And I usually manage to get a blog post out of it 😉

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  1. It should crack me up that the best they could offer regarding the Ireland is sheep, green, and red hair … but then I remember I’m in the US and that’s pretty much what most people here would probably say even though many of us are descended from the Irish 🙂
    By the way, I have been working on a 120-hour certificate for TESL/TEFL. Ah, it’s an online certificate but it was reasonably priced and is actually pretty demanding. (Well, for someone who’s already working full-time, it is demanding.) To my surprise, I actually enjoy putting lesson plans together! Now I wish I had looked into this decades ago, but no sense in looking back. I figure worse case scenario I’ll wind up having to get a proper certificate from my local university because no one in the US will hire me; but at least then I’ll know what I’m getting myself in for 😉

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    1. It’s pretty hard here to get a job with an online cert but I don’t know about the States – maybe you’ll be lucky! But how exciting, starting something new like that and really enjoying it! Good for you! I think the only time I’ve put together a lesson plan since doing the course was for observed lessons – don’t tell anyone 😉 Baaa.

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      1. Haha … I imagine you can keep people on task without a lesson plan. I do think it might be different in the US. I’ve seen some openings where no cert was required but you would have go through the school’s training. I have graduate degrees in English and Social Work so that might help me be competitive. But my real goal is just to earn enough to allow me to retire from my current job and afford health insurance. I don’t ask for much 😏


        1. Ha, health insurance seems to be a big ask in the States! I hope it all works out for you! I’d be wary of those schools that do the training themselves. A lot of the time it’s unpaid with no guarantee of a job at the end of it. But some are probably legit!


          1. Oh, indeed, I’ll be careful. I’m basing my “knowledge” on one ad I saw for an instructor at a small state college in Nevada. A cert in TESL wasn’t required but there were other qualifications which I would meet. According to the ad, the instructor would be teaching adults at a community center. Some Spanish fluency preferable. My dream job 😉


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