When a charismatic U.S. guy love-bombs and then ghosts or abruptly ends things with a foreign
girl. There’s nothing more American than an enthusiastic
man calling you incredible on the first
date, talking about introducing you to his family and
friends on the second, and disappearing without a trace by the third.
Similarly, there’s nothing more American than a watered-down version of what was once a rich Italian espresso, now sold as a café chain favorite. Both shower you with instant comfort, only to leave you bitter and questioning your identity.
“Hey, how’s it going? Still seeing that Brooklyn
guy who was all over you?”
“Nah, he is pulling an americano.
Haven’t heard from him since he told me I was the best thing that ever happened to him… on our third
date.”