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.
I've always loved this approach: under-sell, over deliver.
This does not happen in American culture, where women rarely make fun of themselves.
They worry more about their appearance, political correctness and how others perceive them.
There is more emphasis on "keeping up appearances," especially on the West Coast where I have been living for the past six months.
On my first date with girlfriend number six, we went dancing before playing bocce in Brooklyn.
It was a night full of spontaneity, which American girls—naturally outgoing and vivacious—have perfected.
After all, as she put it, "dancers don't make a lot of money." I wasn't the guy that could spoon feed her, so it ended.
But surely not all American girls thought British men had an endless supply of money?
They weren't all obsessed with fame and fortune, were they?
Was American culture really as shallow as my friends had warned? She was a down-to-earth Midwesterner with ambitions in New York City theater.
I remember one girl I went out with from the UK whose mother knew all of her intimate details.