Sadly, I’ve sometimes found that men in the UK believe it’s politically correct for women to pay 50% of a tab early on in the dating process.
The English measure money with great attention to detail, and all restaurants allow for individuals to pay separately.
I'd like to think that I did know, but judging by how headfirst I was diving into the relationship, I couldn't have been sure.
How does a girl from Texas end up with a tendency to go after English guys? Three years and four English boyfriends later, I was left wondering the same thing.
It was one of those lightless December afternoons when the sky clamps down on London like the lid on a cast iron pot.
I went straight from my doctor’s surgery in Shepherd’s Bush to a media reception at Buckingham Palace where I was ushered up the stairs into a large drawing room hung with Old Masters and rammed with journalists sucking back free champagne, trying to look blasé.
As would Emma Stone (who is dating Brit Andrew Garfield).
The courtiers gently herded us all into a queue, prised flute glasses from sticky fingers and prodded us one by one into the adjoining room.
And suddenly there she was: Elizabeth II, tiny and smiling beatifically in a mint-green skirt suit and gloves.
Or how about Jennifer Lawrence (and her Englishman Nicholas Hoult)?
Not to mention Gwen Stefani (and her husband, Londoner Gavin Rossdale).