My take on Danish Men and Women

We all know that Denmark and the whole of Scandinavia are reported to have the most attractive people. Many Reddit readers claim this is because "They are exotic looking. They tend to be tall, lean, busty, pale, blonde, blue eyes, and with narrow faces" Not sure what makes this "exotic", but ok. Others on Reddit claimed "It was due to their good gene pool. The Vikings would only pick the most pure and attractive women to be their wives." Sounds a little better. 

All this being said, I was very excited to go on my trip to Copenhagen and stay with a group of 3 local Danish men. You could really call this a scientific investigation with my hypothesis being " If I go to Copenhagen then the men will be drop-dead gorgeous." I was very excited to prove this hypothesis correct for 2 reasons... 

1. It would mean a weekend spent with beautiful men in a new country 

2. Point one sums up all my reasons for being excited. 

However, when arriving at their apartment I was still dumbfounded. Regardless of the hype, it will not prepare you for what's to come. The aesthetics not only of the men but of the country and room itself were beyond any expectation I could even begin to place on men. When walking into the apartment I didn't even notice them. The space and energy was what was deeply attractive to me. It was dimly lit. Everything seemed to have its place from the boy's coats hanging perfectly to the left to their shoes carefully tucked into the shoe holder. The table was wiped and the floors were spotless. There was exquisite and tasteful art hanging on the walls and a gorgeous bar cart. There was a rug in the living room and pillows filled the couch. The style was modern but still felt incredibly inviting and cozy. 

When we arrived, they began to make us cocktails. I was expecting a nasty jungle juice or something with a mixer, but instead, I was handed a perfectly curated gin fizz. I mean, it tasted like you could have charged me 16 euros and I wouldn't have blinked because of the garnishing alone. 

Oh then let's move on to processing the boys. I've always been attracted to more of the manly type. The men here were leaner, so out of my typical terrain. However, their bodies didn't matter because of what they were wearing on top. Every. Single. Danish. Person. Had fucking style. They knew where to shop, how to dress, and how to make it all look effortless. If you asked where they got it from they casually name a brand no one has ever heard of. If you said you wanted a new pair of sunglasses they'd send you a link to the vibiest online shop you never would have found. It was obvious they would scoff at my Zara top or wouldn't dare step foot in an H&M. 

So I quickly realized aesthetics are a part of the culture here. People care deeply about their space, their looks, their vibe. 

That then transcended into their actions. They kept a clean space, they tidied up after themselves, and they were responsible and organized. I've never claimed I am a clean girl. I tend to create a hurricane in my wake when getting ready. I will allow the hair to stay plagued to my bathroom walls. I will use the same bath towel until I have to switch it out. I will spill crumbs in the bed and not think twice. I'll throw my things right on the floor and be confused when I can't find anything. 

These things didn't happen to these boys. They knew, and we knew, we were messy and they were clean. Slowly over the weekend, it became more obvious. Alexis had overtaken her guy friend's room. Her book lay on the bed along with her watch, and other various items. When we got back home he had carefully collected everything and organized it on the bedside table. I had overtaken a different guy's room and before leaving went to remove and wash the sheets. However, it had already been done. We were about to head out to the bar after pregaming and as if it was an unspoken rule they began tidying up the apartment before we left. We sat and watched. Not once being asked to lift a finger. 

It showed that they were gentleman. There is no such thing as a Dutch or American gentleman. They are stingy, refuse to pay, highly egotistical, and bland. Don't even get me started on their sense of style. Well, the conversation would be short.. they don't have one. It was so different in Copenhagen. The Danish men we stayed with treated me like I was a lifelong family friend. Immediately filled with joking humor and witty banter. In the morning a Danish guy we had just met yesterday casually paid for our entire brunch he tagged along too. They showed us around all their favorite places, introduced us to their friends, and when we got a little too drunk helped us get home. I feel my time spent with men is often filled with feeling sexualized or excluded in someway. Like I am a separate entity there for one deliberate purpose. I never felt that way in Denmark. I felt equal, I felt like a companion, I felt like a person. It may seem strange to say that but I think any girl may understand. They cared about us not because we were girls they were interested in or to boost their ego but simply because they cared. There never felt like a trap to fall into or I owed them anything in return for their kindness. It was these simple things that made them so appealing and unlike any man, I'd come into contact with.

Further was their attitude. Truly, I felt every Danish person wanted to talk to me. As an American living abroad that is not that common. They loved to have conversations and had such a friendliness to them. Alexis and I went into a luxury vintage shop and ended up chatting with the owner for over 20 minutes. He and his daughter opened this shop together and she lives in NYC with her family where they get a majority of their merchandise. He openly inquired about living in the United States and Southern Charm. Compared to living in the Netherlands, the Dutch are much more straightforward and keep to themselves. They won't strike up random conversations. They simply will get to the point and move on. It was nice to have a gentle conversation. 

While they paid no attention to these little habits and details, I sat astonished. I mean imagine an American boy doing or having ANY of these things. It's unthinkable. Their rooms have one deflated pillow, their walls are filled with USA or frat flags, their drink of choice is a twisted tea, and nowadays they want to split the bill at Chipotle. 

So in conclusion my hypothesis is correct but the nature at watch it was proved was completly different than I imagined. The Danish are the most beautiful people in the world, not because of their bodies, but because of who they are. They make their lives, their homes, their routines, and their actions, beautiful. It radiates out of everything they do and becomes who they are. I will never know if these things come naturally to them or the impacts caring this much about routine and aesthetics may have. However, I say thank you to the Danish for existing and restoring my faith in not only men but humanity.