On our very first date, Mr. Brit’s heart jumped, his palms started sweating, he became all nervous. The first time we went out he realized I was the woman of his life. His dream come true. His prayers answered. His soul mate.
During that same date, my heart also jumped, my palms started sweating, I became all nervous. And this mainly because… I couldn’t understand a word he was saying.
“Just smile, nod and look pretty. And hopefully he won’t realize I can’t understand his accent” I told myself. And, phew, he didn’t realize it. He was too busy trying to keep it together in front of his newly-found other half.
As proven many times after that first very awkward meeting, Mr. Brit was right. Obviously. Many many years after that first “Hello”, our relationship (and marriage) is solid, and exciting, and gorgeous. And growing.
But “Me, My Brit and I” is not a blog about a relationship. It’s a blog about differences. Coming from two different cultures, two different backgrounds, two different languages, two different countries can be a great source of misunderstandings — but first and foremost, it usually is the source for hilarious, laughing out loud moments. At least for us.
Basically, the gist is: I fell in love. Head-over-heels in love. With an Englishman. And here’s what’s hilarious about it.