Never lonely for dinner with a German man

I am with my own German in town. At 12 he points out we're having dinner at 6. With friends. We need to speed up.

Hello?! Speed up?! Where I come from six hours is a day. Even two if you count you'll be late. Shopping can't be over yet!

But shopping really is over with an own German at my side. At 12 you start looking every 10 minutes at your watch. Ensuring that you are not late. At 6.

I always believed it was charming for a woman to come too late. Having a man waiting for you on a table is so much nicer than waiting on your own. But for one reason or the other it just does not work in Germany.

I came late once. After that one -very stressfull occasion for my own German- things changed. Says we need to be there by 6, while dinner is in-real-time at 7. Or stresses me at 12. For dinner at 6. No matter how hard I try. There is no way of coming too late these days.

But there's one good thing about this all...

I never arrive at an empty table. There's just always a German in time.