Im searching for a girl from England living in the United States to Compare and Contrast!

Im looking for a girl who is currently living in the States or recently lived in the States, whom is originally from the UK. You have to be in your early to mid twenties. I want to do a compare and contrast peice. Either leave your comments on my page or email me at theshlee2559@aol.com.

Thanks, I look forward to hearing from you!

Ash

The English Bloke.

Naturally when you first meet someone you are either physically attracted to that person or they have a quality, or couple for that matter, that you are attracted to. When that initial attractiveness wears off, what makes you say "alright let's give this a go"?
Me, well I’m still trying to figure that out. I met this really awesome guy, full of great energy at a bbq/birthday party that I attended with my girlfriend a couple of weeks ago; she had brought me because it was a work thing. Anyway, I was initially attracted to this guy's energy. He was absolutely sarcastic, loud and spunky. I was never one to base my attraction on physical aspects. I mean don't get me wrong, the guy can't be completely unfortunate looking. I'm not saying this guy is unattractive by any means; his looks aren't what attracted me initially.
After we established our attraction for one another we spent the remainder of the evening dancing and not really paying attention to anyone else. It doesn't happen very often, but it feels so good when you can instantaneously feel comfortable around someone, like you've known them for ages. I ended up staying after everyone left, then a couple of his sisters' band mates came over and we all had a little jam session. It was a great evening that ended with a make out session followed by me leaving at 4 in the morning, Success!
I couldn’t stop thinking about this guy. I had the typical crush syndrome I was so giddy and asking myself all of these silly questions like ugh when will he call? Will he want to see me again? Should I ask my friend if he asked about me? Yadda yadda yadda. Ridiculous I know, but unfortunately being 25 and having dated A LOT of guys I still get the butterflies. He invited my friend to have drinks and to bring me along. Ok, he was keeping it casual smart move. Because let's be honest ladies, who really likes the overly eager guy right? We went to his members club for some drinks.
The thought set in that maybe he liked my friend. They get on quite well, they laugh together at stuff I don’t find very funny and they have a lot in common because their in the same industry. But then I had to shut myself up. Unfortunately that's the tainted side coming out in me. I am so used to being played by these immature pricks back in Miami. I remember thinking if I'm not careful I can come across as psychotic and jealous! Why is it that men have the power to make us this way?

Hmmm, well at the end of the night when my girlfriend jumped into a cab and he aggressively planted one on me, that settled that absurd idea! He grabbed a black car and off we went making out in the back of the cab. The situation arose where I was forced with that God awful decision, go home with this guy or be good girl. I kept telling myself "play hard to get Ashley!" I went home. It’s really hard when you are really feeling someone.
The next day we started corresponding via email, then eventually by telephone, and that’s that. We have been dating for a couple of weeks now. A completely left field relationship started from scratch. How long will this one last?

My First Date as a European!

I met a nice French guy when I was here in February. I was out with some friends at a bar in Central London when I met him and his group of his friends. Considering my friends were all from France everyone seemed to mesh well. We had a blast dancing and drinking so we made plans for the following night to meet again. Needless to say, another great time was had by all, so we agreed that when I returned to London from my three month journey in Paris we would reconvene. We kept in touch through emails and occasional phone conversations. That should catch you up to the first date, April 27th 2008.
He picked me up from my tube stop. Let me just say this took some getting used to, being an urban girl from Miami, I am used to being picked up in a car, at my door, with flowers in hand (if I’m lucky). Not exactly this guys style, not generally any guys style here unless you date a wealthy guy. Pressing on, he took me to Central to have a few drinks at a quite posh place called Polo Bar then we went to the Floridita to dance. He was a complete gentleman the whole time. The only awkwardness was his English. He wasn’t completely fluent; I would say about 75% fluent. That was fine; he was sweet and nice to look at.
Afterwards he took me for a walk along the Thames River. Uh, it was beautiful! The lights of the London Eye, the buildings and boats all reflected off the water. It was slightly chilly so he put his jacket around my shoulders as he gazed into my eyes and smiled, I melted. Because let's face it, this wouldn’t happen on a date in South Florida in million years! A: It's not cold enough for a guy to even wear a jacket, B: The only time a guy makes any romantic gesture with his clothing is when he starts to take it off because he thinks he's about to get lucky (most of the time, not to discredit THE FEW real gentlemen I've dated). It was all really refreshing. So refreshing I'm afraid I got a little ahead of myself and I slept with him on the first date. Ok technically, it wasn’t the first date it was our third if you count the two we had three months prior. Pressing on....
We dated for a couple of months. He was fabulous on a boyfriend scale, he called to check on me, he courted me properly, dinner, dancing, great sex, etc. and we laughed together (which is most important to me).

Unfortunately, I was strong enough at this point to cope with his language differences. Being away from home I need a guy who can completely understand me, get my jokes, give me advice and really communicate me on a higher level. If I can't have an intellectual conversation, then I'm just flat out bored! And not to sound like a snob, but I am used to specific things like a guy with a car, a great career and a man who is ready to step up to the plate. I guess you could call me spoiled. But this is only a result of my environment. Now, if I grew up in Kentucky this typical European style dating thing would be like a dream come true. This is the moment I decided to end it with the Frenchman and find myself a proper English bloke!! And that’s just what I did...........

Is love non-existent or are us girls on the wrong Continent?

My Initial opinion on the dating scene in London compared to Miami, Florida.....Completely different! I moved to London and immediately entered the dating scene upon arrival to try and unravel the secrets to dating in European society. It seems as if the long lasting relationship is a lot more common here and I want to find out why. I've come to find a guy who wants me for more than just to relinquish his sexual urge and to nurse his hangover!

Considering I am a 25 year old female that grew up in Miami, Florida. Of course I am active in the dating scene I love going out and meeting new people. Ultimately the idea of dating is to meet someone you want to settle down with to create a traditional family. Isn't that everybody's goal? Not exactly, unfortunately the word tradition is very close to extinction! In South Florida, where I come from, there are two types of men; playboys and cowards. The playboys have the fancy cars, a lot of money and superficial girls with one hobby, gold digging. The cowards are men who front that they can provide a wholesome, traditional, normal relationship, but don’t have the courage to follow through with the promises they deliver. So of course, I have become a little bitter and fed up over the past 7 years of my dating existence.

If you don’t play the game correctly your heart can be crushed into a million little pieces. It's sad to say, but I see it happen all of the time back home. I watch a majority of my girlfriends start up with this so called "perfect guy" then after about a week they come a runnin' for a pint of chunky monkey and a shoulder to cry on. It gets tiring always having to look over your shoulder to see if your new beau is flirting with the hot bartender trying to make her the new flavor of next week.

After a hard break up from a two and half year relationship that seemed perfect, but was actually filled with lies and deceit, I decided to make a fresh new start across the pond! In London, there is a very culturally diversified mixture of respectful, intelligent strapping young lads to choose from. And by what I have observed thus far, traditional lads as well. Let’s not leave out the sexy accent;)

Venture with me through this journey of a tainted young woman who almost lost her faith in love, to find a true and honest guy who can possibly restore my faith in the male species. It should be an extremely interesting journey!