Shamerican: Because ‘expat’ is SO 2008

yankeebeanJust a short post to announce one of the finest new terms I’ve heard to describe us expats in all of our feisty, out-spoken glory.

Sha-mer-i-can [shuh-mare-ih-caan] (noun)

An American that is not currently living in America.  “Yankeebean move to the UK in 2004 and she’s been shamerican every since!”

Thanks goes out to Peacefulyorkshire’s dude, Mr Chill for coining this term!  I did ask him where he got his inspiration and he said something like, “It just describes you both perfectly.  You’re not American – you’ve left America – you’re shamerican”

Hahaha!  Classic.  I prefer it over ‘expat’ any ol’ day – bring it on!

Oh, and what happens when an English person no longer lives in England?

They’re shenglish.

The pondering of the word and makings of  Shamerican? Click here

Feeling homesick? American tourists might be your answer.

yahooavatar15 There is no rhyme or reason, it just happens. Some days I wake up extremely homesick. Today, lovely readers, was one of those days.

Starbucks in one hand, plopping myself in front of the York Minster I sat staring at its Gothic spires. I needed space, time to clear my head of my negative fog.

As I was finishing the hot chocolate with extra whipped cream I heard those all-familiar voices like a much needed hug– American Accents! Here was the conversation between two American men that put me back into reality.

-Hey Tom, whats that church over there?

-Lets see, let’s look at my guide book…that there is the York Min-i-uh-steer.

-Oh, that looks purdy old. Should we take a picture of it?

-Nah, let’s get lunch!

(And then off they walked!)

It didn’t stop my homesickness, but their words sure helped me realise that I am living in such a different world then these American tourists! I came to the conclusion that I am not such an outsider afterall. Overhearing their conversation made me really grateful to be in the gorgeous city of York, in front of such a beautiful masterpiece.

You searched: I am in love with an Englishman. Dating a hot British Man. American Woman and Manchester United fan meet-up for a date. Differences between Americans and Brits in bed.

yahooavatar15Dear Reader,

Us 3 American women from “She’s Not From Yorkshire” didn’t start this blog so we could focus all of our attention on English men. Or American men.  Or what’ s the difference? Or  what it’s like to date one (great!). Heck no!! But… according to our trusty Google Analytics, many of our trusty readers have found our blog by typing into Google:

  • “I am in love with an Englishman”
  • “I hate British men”
  • “Dating an Englishman long distance through the internet”
  • “How to make love to an Englishman this weekend”
  • “How to meet and fall in love with an Englishman”
  • “The Differences between American men and English men”

Your searches have made us laugh (because we have searched the same things ourselves!), and our posts about our Englishmen sure do get the hits! We  have figured out what it is…there just aren’t that many resources for American women dating/loving/sleeping with/married to British men, are there?! Its a topic still being researched– oh yes, that along with genetic cloning and alien abduction.

But if you are looking for answers (about as likely as solving the 1948 Roswell incident) and want a little humor about this topic, then have a look at this post to cheer you up when its the stupid Credit Crunch and its cold but  its almost Valentine’s Day so you might be looking for love so this might help.


“When it comes to the attractiveness of British men, American women are simply incapable of rendering a proper judgment. Bad teeth, the unibrow, Guinness bloat, doesn’t matter; hell, we think Tony Blair is hot. Studies have proven that British accents are, in fact, the number one cause of hot women dating nerdy men. (Number two cause? Woody Allen.) There’s nothing wrong with dating men who have British accents; Madonna liked her husband’s so much she got one of her own. But there are scoundrels out there—those who use their cute British accents to lure innocent birds to their flat for a friendly game of hide the blood sausage. Sorry.”

(Go on, click over, you know you need to have a laugh. What, its not like WE have any answers either!) And,  in the meantime, we will keep writing and trying to figure out life in the UK with British men too.

Yours Sincerely,


Five ways to meet an American man in American Suburbia

yahooavatar15As you might recall, I have been in America these past couple weeks visiting, and let me tell you, lovely readers, my family doesn’t live in a big city. No high-town thrills of thumping clubs, or schmaltzy bars. Nope, when I go home to see the family I am stuck in suburbia– the land of strip malls, soccer moms, Starbucks on every corner and Wal-Mart specials.  As unglamorous as it is, I have been surprised at the ample opportunities I could have had to meet an American man if I wasn’t dating Mr. Chill (and in Suburbia Everytown, USA, nonetheless!) Here is the scoop and some tips to meet an American man the next time you are in Americana Suburbia…

  • 1) As you know when visiting America, there are a lot of great places to meet young-educated-well-respectable men. BUT I have found out that you need more than that– you need to find one that can cook! I was in the overpriced Williams Sonoma in the Every Town Shopping Mall looking at cut-outs for Mince Pies. I managed to see about 6 different eligible men (meaning no wedding ring and not gay) in the queue for free apple cider samples…. well, what more can I say? There was a good chance to meet one– and  all I had to do was get in the apple cider line …score number 1!
  • 2) “Excuse me” I said to the thirty-something Brooks Brothers salesman in pinstripes. “Do you have this cashmere scarf in grey? My brother really would love one of those”.”Oh” he said, “looks like we’re out–are you from around here? I could order you one from another store”. “No”,  I said, “I live in England, but thanks anyway”. What followed was a 15 minute conversation about his love of English beer. I don’t even like beer but hey, it was score number 2!
  • 3) “Now is that a tall Peppermint Schmoliday Holiday low fat Mocha you were wanting?” The Starbucks Barrista with dreadlocks and chocolate eyes inquired.”Oh no” I said, “just the small one.”"Well”, he said, that is the small one but let me just give you the larger one anyway, you have nice eyes. Score number 3!
  • 4) I was in Barnes and Noble Booksellers and I said, “Excuse me” as I reached down to pick up a sultry “Neruda Poetry Collection of Love Sonnets”. A male voice said over my shoulder: “I just love his stuff, too” said the man looking at the same shelf as me.Yeah right, I thought, I could have picked up Winnie the Pooh… but hey, it was another opportunity if I  would have wanted that. Score number 4!
  • 5) Now that you have gotten this far reading, this one is the kicker of all of them!! Walk in a suburban neighborhood to the store/salon/7-11/or heck, just wander. Walk without a dog and without your workout gear on– that will distinguish you from the rest of the Desperate Housewives walking population in suburbia. AGAIN, The trick is walking in your normal street gear (But as you already know, most British woman will look good anyway because your clothes are more stylish than most of America).  Now, walking in your neighborhood in Britain would be a normal thing so it wouldn’t really work there, but here in America it is the most unusual thing to see unless you are a 19 year old Mormon or are a Girlscout selling Thinmints. So there I was one cold morning walking in suburbia past perfectly manicured lawns with huge porches in my Khaki Zara trench, Office boots, Kookai cardi– yeah, you get the idea. I mean, I WAS only was walking to get my hair done at the nearby salon. I was on the way back, with a bounce in my step and sporting my new caramel highlights an important looking Ford F150 from “Duke Energy Company” stops. Down rolls the window to a lovely American man in his work uniform with curly hair and sparkly blues.”Hey” he says, “You ok, you need a lift? Did you break down?”. “No, I say I am ok, just walking…”. “Are you sure?” he says “I can take you anywhere… where do you live?”. I know, I know, you are probably thinking what a creep… but he wasn’t… he was just a good old American boy just trying to be nice– and if there wasn’t Mr. Chill…. I would have had him drive me home 2 minutes down the street NO QUESTIONS ASKED! Score number 5!

Now, who says suburbia is boring and unglamourous again?

My English man is the hottest man ever…

yankeebeanI don’t mind if you agree or not… I don’t want this to turn into a my-dad-can-beat-up-your-dad situation.  We’re all friends here :)

But there is SOMETHING eternally fantastic about my English dude.  This is a big topic for American women living in England, everyone seemed to be talking about it.  One of my favorite posts about the matter is by I Say Tomato, it’s well worth checking out.

I haven’t dated that many guys, I met Mr Nice Guy when I was 16 and we started dating just before I turned 18.  Five years later we were hitched and the rest, as they say, is history.  So I didn’t really play the field much… but, let me tell you, there was some SLIM PICKINS in America.  Here are some things that I noticed about American guys:

  1. Attractive guys know how hot they are.  And there are few things less attractive than some guy that’s got his head stuck so far up his own ass that you never wanna kiss him cos of the smell…
  2. They think they’re entitled to Kate Moss.  Yup, that’s right.  The slightest hit of upper-arm-fat or thighs-touching-when-you-walk and you’re out!  (Disclaimer: This might just be where I’m from, though, cos I grew up in a really rich-bitch part of America.)
  3. They can’t dress.  No seriously, I don’t even mean they don’t dress well.  I mean, who the hell walks around with the crotch of their pants at their knees?  Wearing a really old-and-browning white hat with the bill crushed so tightly that the edges are curved around to touch each other?  Excuse me if I don’t swoon… (and they were never interested in me anyway, because my thighs touch in the middle).American guys... in their American hats...

I could write a  long long long list about the few American-man encounters I’ve had.  But I won’t… cos I’ve found an awesome guy, and he’s English!

Now here’s a list of things I love about my English guy

  1. He’s soooooooooooo funny. And I mean English funny!  A rare and precious combination of puns and dry sarcasm that keeps my stomach muscles sore from laughing.
  2. He doesn’t know how gorgeous he is. And he’s a real corker…  But he’s really modest and un-assuming all the time.  It’s like some kind or miracle!
  3. He can cook. England is a place that really embraces cooking as a hobby and a past time.  More so than in America.  Mr. NG is an amazing cook and he’s always trying new things in the kitchen.  I do all the dishes and we call it even.  Nice!
  4. The accent, of course. I don’t notice it all the time anymore… most of the time I just hear him and not his accent.  But there are still certain words and phrases that ‘remind’ me that he’s English, and I know I’ll never get tired of it.  It’s a truly gorgeous sound…
  5. He loves that I’m American. He likes that I’m outgoing and open.  That I’m not nervous to introduce myself to new people and that I could have a conversation with a plank of wood if I had to.

Yup, he’s a keeper!  And I’m not the only one because Peacefulyorkshire and Pacificyorkshirebird have both fallen for the same kind of charm.  Too bad England is only a small island, there’s not enough to go around for all the American women… we’ll have to keep it to ourselves :)