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Why British Girls Love American Girls

Written by Emily for OutAbroad – republished with permission.
In the very recent past, I lived in sunny Florida for a glorious 12-month stay while I worked at a famous tourist destination. Yeah, that one. And not having been out for very long I was eager to live the biggest, gayest life I could while I was thousands of miles away from everyone who knew me as straight or questioning.
Being a freshly hatched baby gay, I had no idea how to find girls around me and so there was a lot of late night googling of gay bars and building up my online dating profile, hoping to find someone to guide me around the American scene.

My last visit to Harry Potter world at Universal Studios. A really beautiful and well-crafted place. Of course, it reminded me of home, since all of England looks like Hogwarts.

“My last visit to Harry Potter world at Universal Studios. A really beautiful and well-crafted place. Of course, it reminded me of home, since all of England looks like Hogwarts.”


I was shocked to discover that I didn’t need the American scene; I just needed an American girl. Her name was Valentina. She was originally from Chile, lived in Florida and had done for years, spoke English perfectly and was fluent in Spanish.
If I’m honest, it was probably the Spanish thing that attracted me to her the most; I’d never heard it spoken so much as when I lived in the states and when I heard her purr it into her phone when talking to her Chilean friends, I died. The ability to flip between languages and lean over to me and whisper something sexy in Spanish was incredibly hot. There aren’t too many Spanish speakers in London, not as many as Florida anyway.
I realised Valentina wasn’t like any girl I’d ever met in England – gay or straight. She had a confidence and a level of honesty that was wholly unfamiliar and although shocking at first, it became refreshing. British people are known for skirting around issues and repressing how we feel but I felt a great weight lifted off of me in being with someone who I felt I could be honest around and who I knew was being genuine with me.
Me and my last girlfriend in the states, Annie, in front of the Italian pavilion in Epcot in Disneyworld, Florida. This was my last day at Epcot and my last day with Annie. Thankfully, we’re still in touch.

“Me and my last girlfriend in the states, Annie, in front of the Italian pavilion in Epcot in Disneyworld, Florida. This was my last day at Epcot and my last day with Annie. Thankfully, we’re still in touch.”


 
The next few girls I dated in Florida were just the same, ballsy and open, and it made me feel like I could as brave as they were. They would do things like talk to complete strangers on the street – British people would never dream of doing that! These little cultural difference became the exciting part of dating Americans as I described the exotic landscape of London to them and answered their adorable questions like, ‘did they show Friends in England?’ I also enjoyed the variety of accents too, particularly Brittany from Georgia, the Southern Belle who turned out to be not only bisexual but also married – can’t win ‘em all.
On the whole I’d say that it was their confidence and ability to be friendly to anyone they met; I became addicted to their positive outlook. The other girls I dated in the states all turned out to be very similar. All of them young, confident, sociable people but I’ll admit – the dark hair and ability to speak Spanish popped up a few more times; I definitely developed my ‘type’ in America.
My last day at Disney with the other Brits. Each different country represented has their own ritual – for the UK’s they stand together in the afternoon once their shifts have finished and throw their work shoes into the lagoon next to the Rose and Crown pub. Next door, the Canadians throw their work boots into the waterfall in their pavilion.

“My last day at Disney with the other Brits. Each different country represented has their own ritual – for the UK’s they stand together in the afternoon once their shifts have finished and throw their work shoes into the lagoon next to the Rose and Crown pub. Next door, the Canadians throw their work boots into the waterfall in their pavilion.”


 

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emily150Emily is the Community Manager of Dattch as well a part-time film reviewer and full-time cookie monster.  She can’t walk in heels, is a cross-breed of Essex girl and Londoner and makes cupcakes like nobody’s business.  Find further nonsense from Emily on Twitter @moulder5000