(Sorry the intro is long, but I’m a storyteller first and a pervert second. Also, I’m an American who lived in London for five years, so I mix my American and British slang and terminology. If you’re British don’t get mad at me for saying ‘mates’ or ‘Uni’ when I only use that to refer to my time in London but still use American slang elsewhere. I get enough grief from my family about this in the other direction “ohhhh, you went to ‘uni’ with your ‘mates’.” Good grief.)
I’m an American who went to do his Uni undergrad in London (this story is almost a decade old). It was the best decision I ever made — spent five years there, and I loved every minute of it (I took a victory lap year because…why not? I got my visa extended.). I was dating this one girl at the end of my fourth year who I thought was “the one”. Lisa was Irish, brilliant, red-headed, chaotic, beautiful, a little troubled, and extremely outgoing and adventurous (both in and outside the bedroom, though this story isn’t about her, I have fifty public sex stories about us, and holy shit was she a squirter). (Sue me, I like using parentheses.)