It was a Saturday we went down to one of our favourite pubs before a night out. Cheap drinks and good music, if a bit crowded, was the main reasons why we liked it. On this particular Saturday we bumped into a Norwegian guy that my flatmate had gone out with once before (and decided she didn't like). My flatmate was currently talking with a guy she actually liked so he came over to talk to me and my other flatmate. I guess he was going to try to make friends with us or something, although that is not quite how it went. The first thing he said was "All British girls are sluts". I couldn't believe it! Although I am not British myself, a lot of my friends are, so I took offence to this statement, hence I said "I think you know that's not true". "Well, they all dress like sluts". "Not true either" I said, although I was at a slight disadvantage, being in the pub we were in. Further he continued to tell us about other things he didn't like about the British and Britain etc. In the end I just said "If you hate Britain so much, why are you here?". To which he replied "This is Wales babe", probably feeling very smug.
I was really mad at this point, mainly 'cause he babe’d' me. I didn't point out to him that Wales is a part of Britain, because my friend that he liked came back just then. The things he said wasn't the only reason I still don't like him, it has also got to do with his appearance, very clean gut west-side, tall, skinny, dark hair. He is the kind of guy who would have been very popular with the girls in high school. His attitude did also reflect this, acting like he could get anyone he wants, right there and then. The icing on the cake was his really bad English, although not his fault entirely, it just sealed the deal. Truly the most obnoxious guy I have ever met.
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