InterNations makes use of JavaScript. Please enable it to have full user experience. Not a member yet? Join now. In early , on a cold winter day in Pittsburgh, a friend of mine asked me to join a group of Pittsburgh internationals at a newly opened beer garden for a drink. Just before she called, I was ready to cuddle up with a book and a hot chocolate and call it a night.
I debated turning her down and sticking to my original plan but gave in to the idea of good company and a German beer. A quick wardrobe change later, I was out the door and into an evening that would become very significant in my life. At the German bar, the waiter pointed us to a large table that was half full. My friend and I chose our seats next to the group of international folks who liked to get together at least once a month. The ambience was just right, there were young professionals at every corner having conversations while some cool German music played in the background.
The wooden interior was warm and cozy which was exactly what was needed on that dreadful winter day. People in our party streamed in at different times and among them, a good-looking stud with blonde hair and a thick accent.
He sat next to me at the large table of about 20 people. He told me he was born and raised in Slovakia but had moved to Germany after college to complete a doctoral degree. He was in Pittsburgh as a two-year expatriate from Germany.
We became friends instantly and after months of friendship, we became romantically involved. However, as fate would have it, his work in Pittsburgh was coming to an end and at the end of , he would be moving back to Germany.
