Over here, it seems that young men and women meet through friends, work or in a bar/club and after meeting and consuming alcohol, the newly acquainted individuals go back to someone’s flat and shag.
The night I met George, the epitome of a charming Englishman, I was immediately drawn to him. After a long night out wandering the city with George, he put me into a cab. It hadn't even crossed my mind, but after the aloof coolness of the hipsters who populated my alma mater, Englishmen—with their jokes and their endearing awkwardness and their humor—were a welcome change.My friend and I – although sober – went totally NUTS on the dance floor and ** had fun.We did not take ourselves seriously at all while it seemed like everyone else was. ) Jennifer is a Canadian living amongst the puckered pale flesh and scorching ginger hair of Glaswegians.Even though he wasn't stereotypically handsome, he was delightful and quick to make fun of himself—and to tease me: the typical American. Related: When I wrote my college friend Rachel about George, she wrote back: What is with you and English guys? He was English, witty, slightly bumbling, and had a crooked smile. He was also part of an emerging pattern: He wasn't the first British guy I'd romantically clicked with. When I first moved to Beijing right after graduating from Brown, I never intended to fall for so many English guys.