*I live in Brussels, which for those who don’t know is the place where the European Union is headquartered. It’s somewhat comparable to other political capitals in that there’s a large presence of politicians, bureaucrats and lobbyists. It’s a magnet for highly educated Europeans, and even non-Europeans.*
*There is ample amount of 28-40-year-old single women here who have forsaken relationships for their careers. Many of them cannot find men who can handle high-earning career women, many of them simply haven’t put the time into trying to find someone, and many of them are just dweebs who never developed the kind of social skills and maternal instincts that might hold a man’s attention. Some are unhappy, others have made their peace with reality.*
*I’m not your typical Brussels EU bubble guy. I grew up in a big rugged city, I’m not white, and I had no intention of working in anything involving the EU. I arrived in Brussels after a few years living in Latin America (more erotic tales from there soon), so the culture shock was real. It took me a while to realise this, but to compensate for my lack of professional enthusiasm here, I have consoled myself through a series of affairs.*