Why Australian men are different — and how you can get yourself a down-under hunk
I, for one, am sick to death of all the bullshit, bullshit, bullshit that accompanies dating in major American cities. “Why hasn’t he called yet?” you moan to your girlfriends. “He’s playing it cool and waiting out the three-day rule,” one of your pals says reassuring. Cut the crap, boys! If you like a girl, you like her — so let her know! Thank goodness not all men are made like Team USA. In fact, dating an Australian is almost like a reward.
For starters, they don’t play games. After chatting with some pretty strong Aussie gals while in Melbourne today, I discovered that they are, largely, content with the dating scene in their home country.
“You can define your relationship any way you want, or not at all. There isn’t that pressure that you find in America,” my Qantas seatmate, Fiona, said.
Where do I sign up?
Additionally, these boys are largely all athletic, very social and don’t hang out in sports bars — they’d rather be playing or watching a game live. Which, at the end of the day, is better than having a guy you like yelling at his TV like a crazy person. Unfortunately, they do sometimes wear Speedos (see above).
A big perk for me personally is that Australian men love to travel. They have wanderlust, and adore girls that have a similar thirst for adventure. So if you’re a globetrotter or a lovetrekker. you’re going to flip for these tall, rugged manly men.
But how do you pick one up? It’s really pretty damn easy, at the end of the day. Unlike certain Europeans (ahem, the French, cough), Aussies heart Americans. All you need to do is open your mouth, be nice and approachable, smile and flirt a little bit. He’ll be a goner.
If you still feel like you need game, here’s a great, foolproof line for you that works like a charm: “I hear Foster‘s (an Australian beer that’s a step down from Bud Light) is utter shit. What can I drink instead?”
Aussie men have serious hometown pride in their brews, and will be only too happy to chew your ear off (and, hopefully later, your face). The best part about that is that you’re not going to have to wonder when he’ll call after said steamy makeout session. Remember, there are no Rules. You can call him – or don’t. The choice is yours. But something tells me with that sexy accent of his, you’re going to be ringing him just to hear him wish you a g’day, mate.