No one actively seeks rejection and heartbreak but, alas, it's a side effect of dating.Oddly, there also seems to be a Culture of Seriousness that surrounds a ‘traditional date’ over here.Or rather, they don't ‘date’ in the way that you and I (fellow Torontonians and people of the world at large) may be familiar with.Over here, it seems that young men and women meet through friends, work or in a bar/club and after meeting and consuming alcohol, the newly acquainted individuals go back to someone’s flat and shag.Although we dressed up, a lot of the other girls were completely styled to the nines with the latest fashions from Top Shop.My friend and I – although sober – went totally NUTS on the dance floor and ** had fun.
When I started seeing my husband, aka the first guy I wasn't embarrassed to tell my therapist about, I was gobsmacked to realize how much I hadn't known about dating before then.
If you like a guy or he likes you, it’s perfectly OK to ask him not to post things about you online, including pictures.
Some things don’t have to be shared with the whole world.
We did not take ourselves seriously at all while it seemed like everyone else was. ) Jennifer is a Canadian living amongst the puckered pale flesh and scorching ginger hair of Glaswegians.
I'm not complaining nor am I making any judgements on either culture; I'm just trying to understand British men (ugh) and assimilate to the Scottish ways – without turning into a slag. I've linked to this Leah Mc Laren article about British men before and even though she received a lot of harsh criticism for it, I think she is generally right.(Fine print: Don't worry, Mom. After a mid-twenties life crisis and yearning to escape puritan ‘Toronto the Good’, she moved to Glasgow in March 2006. If you believe any of the information on this page is incorrect or out-of-date, please let us know.