The problem with American men flirting with English women

This is from wikipedia but it so succinctly explains the problem you must forgive me.

During World War II, anthropologist Margaret Mead was working in Britain for the British Ministry of Information and later for the U.S.Office of War Information,[6][7] delivering speeches and writing articles to help the American soldiers better understand the British civilians,[8] and vice versa.[9] She observed in the flirtations between the American soldiers and British women a pattern of misunderstandings regarding who is supposed to take which initiative. She wrote of the Americans, “The boy learns to make advances and rely upon the girl to repulse them whenever they are inappropriate to the state of feeling between the pair”, as contrasted to the British, where “the girl is reared to depend upon a slight barrier of chilliness… which the boys learn to respect, and for the rest to rely upon the men to approach or advance, as warranted by the situation.” This resulted, for example, in British women interpreting an American soldier’s gregariousness as something more intimate or serious than he had intended.[6]

dean that's enough no more internet laptop shut no no no nuhuh supernatural

Case closed.

“Are you a player?”

FINALLY someone addresses this. It’s truly a test of personality/character reading. Can you read the woman and what she wants well enough to provide the response she wants? Does she appreciate raw honesty, a simple Yes/No? Does she want details of any arrangement you’d be willing to partake in? Or is she playing constant mindgames and being faux coy herself, wanting you to match? Bracketing a woman wrongly is a huge insult, we don’t like to think we’re interchangeable (although many are). (Okay, like 99% of us are, give me that much wiggle room.)

The cutesy evasion is disgusting and very off-putting to high-quality women. It’s a shit test for ego too. Some women don’t want the hassle (I guess you’d call us beta females).
Train of thought: “Oh, you think you’re James Bond? Yeah, you wish“. [next!]