Friday, July 07, 2006
I'm starting to get fed up with Scottish lads - mainly because i haven't been successful at meeting any that i would fancy going out with. And the ones that i have met, that i did fancy and tried to chat up, scurried away from me with a look of terror and/or horror splashed across their mugs.
i asked a friend as to why this was and she gave me two very insightful answers:
1. Assume that British boys (the nice, well-brought up ones), are afraid of women and act accordingly.
2. British boys are afraid of women.
After i relayed my "chatting up" techniques - which, mind you, always worked in Toronto - my friend looked at me in the familiar gaze of horror and shock. I'm convinced that British people think i am some North American barbarian; unable to navigate the subtle social realms of this country. Admittedly, it is quite an exercise to recognise the subtle social behaviours that are recognisable to those that grew up within the culture. BUT i did not.
Anyway, my friend told me that although it was great that i am confident (or, at least, appear so) it can put off some men.
"Honey, that ain't Britain - that's the world", i said!
"No, no, no. Your techniques are like clomping boots; you need to be more like ballet slippers: subtle, soft, and open", she replied.
But you know what, it's not like i walk up to men and say, "FANCY A SHAG?!" I'm just myself and to be honest, i didn't think that i came across as being "bold" or "blunt". i would just walk up to some cute boy and start talking to him. THAT apparently is too much for the boys here who are afraid of women. APPARENTLY i am supposed to make myself available to him by making eyes with him and allow him to come to me. Get it?
What a load of bollocks.
Give me some outgoing, hard-working and confident Torontonian over some insecure, sniffling, upper-middle-class mamma's boy any day!
That's how i feel today, anyway.