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.
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.
If a bumbling buffoon like Hugh Grant could steal Julia Roberts' heart in It was the summer of 2006 when I first landed in New York as a 19-year-old, laden with warnings about American girls: they're high maintenance, my friends told me.
I tried to brush this off—preconceptions are always dangerous when entering any sort of relationship.
American girls—in my experience—carry themselves elegantly; sometimes so much so that it feels rehearsed.
Recently, I went on two dates in New York within the space of a week, one with a Brit, the other with an American.I've always loved this approach: under-sell, over deliver.This does not happen in American culture, where women rarely make fun of themselves.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.They weren't all obsessed with fame and fortune, were they?