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 What's sexy about London? Everyone but the native Londoners. They aren't friendly, their pants are too tight, and they're always grabbing their girlfriends' butts in public. (And they call the Americans obnoxious?) Now, the foreign boys living in the city might also be sporting fitted pants (sometimes in bright colors), but they make up for it with exotic origins or better accents. Even Irish or Scottish will do. And best of all, they're everywhere. Sometimes it seems there's more foreigners than locals. They're so friendly that even when they don't talk to me first, they'll take any lame line as a good conversation starter.  Example—two guys sitting near us speaking French for the last half-hour.Me: So, you guys are French? Him: Yes. Would you like to dance? That easy. We regularly met new guys at every new pub, bar or even museum we visited and they were always fun and interesting, no matter what the activity. There were the two Irish guys we would meet at the Red Lion and Pineapple pub for drinks and later watch movies with while cuddling on old green couches. Two Spaniards brought us up onto the roof of their flat to watch the sunrise and the first planes of the day landing at Heathrow airport. The Indians who introduced us to even better food than the city had already gotten us used to. A few late nights with some Brazilians teaching us how to Salsa, and many evenings dancing with the Aussie/Kiwi crowd at the bar, the Redback. My roommate dated and dissed one nationality after another, while I amused myself with a few English-as-a-very-recent-second-language types. My favorite line by one of these guys was blurted out by a Hungarian at a Christmas party. He was wearing a red Santa hat with fluffy white pom-poms on the top with bells:  "Now that I've got bells on my balls you can always hear me coming," he announced jubilantly.Did he just say that? I laughed and watched the expression on his face change from confusion to bright red embarrassment as he looked around to see if anyone else heard him. An awkward moment occurred while climbing into bed for the first time with a cute German with messy brown hair who asked sweetly, "You come?" You come closer? Can you come? You let me make you come? You come all night long? My response was to just hold still and remain silent until he said something else. That worked. He kissed me, and all the comes would be taken care of. So London treats me well through all the people it attracts and the endless number of great places for meeting them all. There is an interesting conversation and something to learn behind every new arrival to the city, and best of all, they would show me some thing or some part of London that I didn't know existed before. There's a whole new London to see through the eyes of its good-looking foreigners.
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