She had a vision of the man she was going to marry: tall, dark, handsome, and a millionaire.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?I tried to brush this off—preconceptions are always dangerous when entering any sort of relationship.
Sadly, when we were suddenly thrust into a long distance relationship, the reality set in that it was putting too much stress on our careers.If a bumbling buffoon like Hugh Grant could steal Julia Roberts' heart in , anything was possible.It was the summer of 2006 when I first landed in New York as a 19-year-old, laden with warnings about American girls: they're high maintenance, my friends told me.So with a heavy heart, it was the end of a fairytale love affair.
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.
She shattered any preconceived notion I had about both actors and American women.