When I first met Klas and Daniel, they told me that their stereotypical idea of an American guy had been confirmed by a scene they had witnessed on the beach earlier that day. Two American guys yelling “Woo-hoo! Yeah!” and fist-pumping and running around all hyper... sounds about right. And sounds about like Scott, my friend who was soon to come meet up with me in Boracay with his girlfriend Rosie. So that kind of made me smile because nobody doesn't like Scott, but I was betting they'd think he was a trip. Swedes are pretty reserved people, certainly not boring, but calm, so they thought the way the American guys were acting was pretty funny. I told them that my goal as an expat is to be an ambassador proving wrong any bad stereotypes Americans might have overseas, which is true. I’m working on giving us a good name as best I can.
So fast forward to later that night, we were walking from one place on the beach to another dance club called Summer Place, and I saw a guy with a Dallas Cowboys jersey on. And what did I do? I ran over to him yelling “Dallas, yeah! Woo-hoo!” and high-fived him.
The Swedes just looked at me, smiling and said, “You just did the thing.”
Ha ha. I did that exact same thing. You can take the girl out of America...
Natural instinct.
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