A German Coquette?

I have to admit, I've gotten a bit lazy about listening to my German CDs. I ripped them all because I had the most honest intention of listening to them wherever I went, leading to near total fluency once I touched down at Tegel International.

However, I found that I like listening to the Dresden Dolls much more.

Well, that's not really the only reason. I've been shrinking away from them because I find some of the lessons absolutely terrifying. Reminds me of my friend who told me that she learned to swim when her dad picked her up and threw her in a lake.

You see, I'm not so fond of drowning, yet the air flow was getting pretty damn tight as I delved in. Somehow, aside from the introduction, all of the lessons got out of order. I didn't realize that at first and almost went into cardiac arrest when Frau Schultz started speaking in full phrases.

So after a VERY brief introduction that basically just explained the alphabet, then the translation of "listen and repeat" which they say approximately 297 times in nine minutes, I was most definitely not taught how to say "How are you?" or "My name is..." or even "For the love of god, my bladder's going to burst! Where is the freaking bathroom?"

No, instead, I was thrown into the lake. And funnily enough, the "first" lesson was about flirting, I shit you not. Here's how it went:

to flirt - flirten (perhaps one I can remember)

with one another - miteinander

to graduate from junior college (ha ha...) - das Abitur machen

to party (well...all right, then) - feiern

to separate (oh dear. but the party was so fun...) - sich trennen

lawyer (!!!!) - der Jurist

my respect (damn right!) - alle achtung

So with my extensive vocabulary of "Ein bier, bitte" and "Prost!", I guess I am all set to bat my eyelashes and party with a lawyer or a recent junior college graduate. Oh, dear.