One thing that I've heard time and time again from Danish women is that their male counterparts are hopeless at flirting, or at least at flirting well.
When I first arrived here I met a guy at a friend’s party who I instantly liked. Four months later, after films, drinks, a double date, a bit of hand holding under the guise “let me help you so you don’t slip on the ice” (funny that the ‘ice’ lasted for a kilometre) and I’m thinking this is going great …
From the look on his face you’d think I’d said: “I love you”. Until then you should feel free to act as openly as you like: flirt as much as you like even if you have no intention of following through, spend long-drawn out periods of time together sharing your most intimate secrets, introduce them to your parents, and bring them back cute trinkets whenever you travel.
The line between friendship and dating here is horribly messed up.
While it may have been quirky and charming to go up to a beautiful girl doing her weekly shop and try and spark up a conversation in your home country, if you do so in Denmark you may be seen as completely insane.
So not only will you not get the girl, you may also be sectioned, and that is what is universally known as a bad day.