Dating with american guy
I've always loved this approach: under-sell, over deliver.
This does not happen in American culture, where women rarely make fun of themselves.
I remember one girl I went out with from the UK whose mother knew all of her intimate details.
It was a bit embarrassing when I finally met her, but hey, better be honest than conceal the truth?
She shattered any preconceived notion I had about both actors and American women.
She was the antithesis of the ballerina; insisting she pave her own journey in life, irrespective of who she was with.
The Brit eerily reminded me of myself—she ate quickly, washed her food down with beer, and generally wasn't too concerned about how she might look to the outside world, let alone me.
The American, with seemingly impeccable etiquette, ate slowly and cautiously, ensuring the kale salad she was munching on didn't wrap around her big, pearly white teeth.
There is more emphasis on "keeping up appearances," especially on the West Coast where I have been living for the past six months.
Sadly, when we were suddenly thrust into a long distance relationship, the reality set in that it was putting too much stress on our careers.
So with a heavy heart, it was the end of a fairytale love affair.
As a young, single British guy crossing the Atlantic for a career in the United States, I was extremely curious about the dating life that was in store.
After all, I'd watched my fellow countrymen in film and literature charm the hell out of beautiful American women.