They’re girls gone wild on permanent holiday-and the men of Manhattan are disappointing them, much as I’m sure I’m disappointing my … “So I’ve been here 10 months, and I’m still single.” Carolyn is stunning, blond, smart, fun. “I feel sort of like we’re living in the 1950’s-like I have to wait for some guy to ask for my number and call me, and I have to play my part in it.” It’s true about mating in London, seconded Delly, a wild-haired, sharp-eyed business manager who’s been in Manhattan now for two and a half years.
“You get drunk and end up in bed with them, and end up with them for a couple of years.
Because, ultimately, we want different things.” Andrew, a 33-year-old research analyst, is one of the few and proud who have dared to take a Brit girl up on the challenge-in fact, he’s been dating Delly for a couple months now. He was English, witty, slightly bumbling, and had a crooked smile. He was also part of an emerging pattern: He wasn't the first British guy I'd romantically clicked with. When I first moved to Beijing right after graduating from Brown, I never intended to fall for so many English guys. I'd like to think that I did know, but judging by how headfirst I was diving into the relationship, I couldn't have been sure.Drunken serial monogamy.” And it’s also true about the confounding rules by which Manhattan men date. I think that a woman with a European sensibility is frightening to them.For her first date in New York, “He phoned me up and said, ‘Would you like to come for coffee? '” That date “was a complete and utter disaster,” said Delly. “Actually,” she said, “there’s a disconnect between me and white straight American men. And it’s not like you can talk about sports or anything like that-because you have different sports!These words and phrases-and the actions that go with them-just don’t mean the same things. By the time I’ve gotten a clue, I’ll already have worked myself into a snit over some comment that presumably would be considered riotously funny in Islington. Once you start dating one of these expats, they invite you into their secret accented society. But, for whatever reason, New York’s men are cowering when, really, they should be worshipping them.