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Dating a British Man is a ten-part series that will take you through the dating ups and downs, it can be considered a guide as what to do — or, what not to do — depending on how you look at it. Here are some tidbits based on my experiences dating British men from England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland. Not all at the same time!
Bros before hos
Alright, even if you are in a committed, loving, mature relationship, soccer (football) with his mates will always come first. Your guy may not be a morning person but somehow, interestingly enough, he will be up at 7 am and down at the local pub by 8 am to get a good seat for an all day drinking session with the bhoys.
If you follow sports you may be invited to tag-a-long, but of course there’s no talking. Not even during commercials! Can you tell I learned this the hard way? A lot of times you’ll see a group of lads out on the piss and they’re totally content sitting off on their own, talking in their tight little circle, unaware of the rest of the world.
What to expect
I think the bromance is sweet. Guys definitely need their guy time but for any birds who may not agree, it’s like, just think, he moved to another country on his own, maybe with one mate, he met a bunch of other Brits in the same position, they only had each other … and, you’re new to the scene.
But, rolling my eyes, too much of anything can be a bit much. I found myself meeting up with an English beau and when I stepped into the pub, he and five other blokes, dressed in Manchester red, were circled up, arms on each other’s shoulders, chanting and cheering in this very long embrace celebrating a win. I thought to myself, “What I wouldn’t give to be an English man in a red shirt right now.” It sounds weird as I reflect but at the time, I swear, it made sense.
What to do
It’s best to leave him to it and do your own thing. You don’t even want to see him after the game – he will stink like a sewer. Those all-day drinking sessions result in alcohol sweating from the pores.
How do I know this? I’m the American Bridget Jones. She worked in book publishing and transitioned into television. As did I. She is neurotic and unlucky in love. As am I. She had a happy ending. As will I.
Next: Breaking It Off