My British Boyfriend: He’s Off the Market

My British Boyfriend

I’ve been happily dating Christopher since August 2013, and even though we have been physically apart longer than we have been together, I wouldn’t give this up for anything. We met through a mutual friend and since we’ve started talking we have always been very attached to each other. You can call it fate, or destiny, some might even say we were meant to be together, but whatever it is, I like it. There is nothing more special than being in love with someone who means everything to you. No matter the distance between you, there will always be a way to close the gap. We just hope that we all find it soon!

A Little About Me

I didn’t think I would ever end up dating a guy from another state, let alone from another country. I was just a boring girl from Washington state, where it rains all year round! Rain doesn’t bother me though, and I will tell you now that true Washingtonians do not use umbrellas! I was just a single mum to my fur-baby Apple, and a dog trainer who spent a lot of time at work.

I’m your average Pacific-Northwesterner, I like to wear my North Face fleece jacket, black leggings, and my UGG boot Costco knock off’s nine months out of the year because it’s usually raining and a bit chilly. I love the outdoors, especially camping and hiking, getting my chai from the local coffee shop, and hanging out with my friends. I’ve lived here my whole life and never thought more of it.

I'm Chelsea - A NorthWesterner Born and Raised

I’m Chelsea – A Pacific NorthWesterner Born and Raised

My parents have been separated ever since I could remember, but they still got along. When I was in the 4th grade my dad got a new job and moved out of state to Michigan, but that didn’t stop my younger brother and I from seeing him. Every summer we’d stay with him for a few months and he’d come visit us a few times a year during our school breaks. I’ve driven with my Dad and Brother cross-country from Washington state to Michigan, that was really boring!

When I was in the 8th grade I went to California for a school trip, and no we didn’t go to Disney Land. I’ve been to Canada many times, my Mum is Canadian and we have family in British Columbia, so obviously travelling there from my hometown was never a holiday for me. By the time I turned 22 I finally went to Hawaii for the first time! Pretty exciting experience, but to be honest, I thought that was the peak of my travels. I never expected to be one of those girls who get to travel the world. I thought I couldn’t afford it, or would never have the time. Until my friend invited me over to her house in the summer of 2013.

My First Trip to England

That was that summer I met Christopher. My friend kindly invited me to come over and stay over at her house with her and her lovely parents in England. I booked my flight, got my passport, and made the journey over to Plymouth. I didn’t have any doubts in my head going through this process, I was very ecstatic! She mentioned she was going to plan some events with her friends and introduce me to them, but I didn’t think anything of it. I was just so happy to meet her in person finally since we only knew each other through online interactions.

On my way to the airport in Canada I got a notification for several group invites. I went through and was reading the event details, she was introducing me to everyone, and I read the comments everyone left too. Seeing a little bit of their British humour was fun too, very sarcastic people! I glanced at the profiles of the people who were commenting and indicating that they would be joining the event. I’m a human being, my feelings are completely normal and natural. I thought some of the girls were pretty, some of the guys were cute, a few were handsome, but most of the boys looked a little pubescent.

A Photo of Chris I Would Have Seen Before Meeting Him

A Photo of Chris I Saw Before Meeting Him

Christopher was one of the guys who I thought were quite handsome, but I also assumed from looking at his public images that he was a bit of a party boy! Lots of party photos and some sloppy drunken photos too. What I found really interesting when I first met him was that he was so quiet and reserved. He could barely make eye contact with me the first night we were introduced. I was getting along great with everyone, laughing and telling jokes, but he mostly kept to himself.

The Start Of A Romance?

I’m a pretty outgoing person, so as soon as I saw an opportunity to sit next to him to talk more, I went for it. Getting him to have a conversation with me was a bit like pulling teeth, but we did chat a bit. I’ve been told that British people don’t like talking to strangers. I was beginning to feel like this was true in Christopher’s case. He was polite, and I thought his accent was attractive. I was determined at the end of the evening that I would get to know him better before the end of the week.

Through that week we got to know each other better by talking on the internet, and chatting a little here & there while out for group events. His accent sounded so nice, I just wished he spoke more in person! I tried to flirt with him, whether it was through conversation or in my body language by getting close to him without throwing myself at him. Everything I did went unnoticed. As I was around him more I realised he wasn’t quite the “party boy” I assumed he was from his photos. I wasn’t sure if he was into another girl at one point. I thought we both were mutually flirting through instant messaging the night before we all went to the beach.

Despite All My Efforts, Chris Didn't Notice Me Flirting

Despite All My Efforts, Chris Didn’t Notice Me Flirting

But when the day came, he was still that quiet and reserved guy! He stayed on the beach talking to a girl, while I swam with our friend Tim. To make matters worse for me, he didn’t even wear a swim suit! I felt like a moron for thinking I might have stood a chance with him. Clearly he wasn’t interested.

Sitting next to him at the cinema, messaging him during the film we watched with our friends, instant messaging each other through the mornings and evenings when we were both at home was getting me nowhere but frustrated. This handsome guy with a hot accent and dressed really nicely was not into me. I thought I was going crazy. I made up my mind that during our last night out I was going to be blunt and tell him how I felt, because I’ve exhausted any other way I knew how to do it without being direct. I didn’t want to be that “stupid American girl” by making a fool out of myself in public. I feared the rejection, but I also felt I just had to say something.

I tried sitting close to him during pre drinks. I’m not really concentrating on drinking. I’m focused on how to know when would be a good time to tell him about my feelings. He leaves to use the toilet and I save his seat, just being nice because there were lots of people there. When he returns he enters from other end of the room and stands still in the entryway, he looks over at me. I’m feeling proud, I’ve got his seat secured for him, no, secured for us! Being the polite British guy he is, he see’s that I have the chair, and he then sits down on the arm of the couch at that other end of the room. Terrible fail! Now I’m out of options so I wait for my next chance at the bar.

Making My Move

My Final Night With Friends in England

My Final Night With Friends in England

At the bar we are sitting against a long booth seat, and we are separated by a few people. Any time someone who was between us leaned forward to talk to someone across from them or to sip their drinks I would look over to my left and try and make eye contact with Chris. A few times he noticed, and I’d smile at him or raise my brows and go back to drinking. He must of thought my face was having a convulsion in the face or that Americans are crazy, although he did look back at me several times, but he just wasn’t receiving my telepathic messages. Failed myself again, such an idiot.

This time he makes eye contact with me and I tell myself “Do something now Chelsea!” I point over to a empty space right across from us and magically he gets up and walks over there. I did it, I actually accomplished something! As freaked out as I was I remained calm & cool and I walked over to him. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I leaning into him and I told him that I liked him and that I had been trying to get his attention all week. He went wide eyed, I’m surprised he didn’t drop his beer from his hands. I tell him to make an effort to hang out with me that evening and I sat back down, nervously.

He stood there for ages. He even went to the bar with one of his friends and talked! I was mortified. Now everyone was going to find out, and they were going to ridicule me for being a stupid American girl. My family warned me that Americans are not always well liked in the UK, and I was beginning to worry about what kind of rumours would be spreading, until he sat down next to me. Success.

I knew that by sitting next to me it meant that he shared the same feelings for me. He didn’t say it right away but by the middle of the evening at the next bar (when we were actually able to have a genuine conversation) he told me that he liked me too and that he didn’t realise I had been trying to flirt with him all week. Since then our relationship has blossomed into something truly amazing. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I’ve got a handsome boyfriend with a hot British accent that I’ll never grow tired of hearing. I can see why American girls are so smitten by them. They carry themselves a bit differently than the American guys do, more mature and more sophisticated. They really do know how to dress nicely too!

Chris & I Together At Last

Chris & I Together At Last

I never intentionally went out looking for a British boyfriend, I just happened to find one. I found a guy who puts up with my direct “American” personality and still appreciates me for it. He is the greatest person to have ever come into my life. I love my Brit! To read more about my perspective on British guys, check out this article. Or read this one to find out Chris’ perspective on American girls,

-Chelsea

                  

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Chelsea Martin

Chelsea Martin is a Certified Pet Dog Trainer (CPDT-KA) and a Certified Behaviour Adjustment Training Instructor (CBATI). She has been training dogs professionally since 2007, and is the Head Coach for Dogs Trust Dog School Nottinghamshire. She met Chris on a trip to England in 2013, Married him on New Year's Eve - celebrating 2016 as husband and wife!