Today, the All Blacks faced off against Canada. I’m not an idiot so I knew right from the get go that it wasn’t about winning, it was about not getting the maple syrup squeezed out of us. So in order to prepare for the festivities for the day, we all gathered for brunch at a fellow Canadian’s flat. On the menu was fresh fruits, french toast, pastries, and good old fashion gossip.
After we exhausted ourselves with rugby talk such as the real cause Dan Carter‘s groin injury (okay, truth be told, that took 5 minutes and a whole lot of giggling) – we moved on to more important matters such as kiwi dating. If you’ve never lived in New Zealand – let me break it down for you as explained by a male kiwi. First you go out in groups and get intoxicated. If you are attracted to someone then you pash and go home with that person. If you don’t want to be with them then you play it off like you were drunk and ignore what happened. If you like the person and have hooked up 3 times then SURPRISE, you’re automatically in a relationship. Sadly, not only did New Zealand murder Canada during the game today but turns out that they’ve also done that to the art of dating.