Let me tell you about my friend Pete. Many years ago we shared an apartment in New York. Pete’s a huge man from the South with a personality and appetites to match his size. Enormous capacity for a night out. Loves women.Naturally, these days whenever someone asks me for a contact in Manhattan, I send them to Pete. It’s a guaranteed winner. The guys always come back with lurid tales of night on the town. The girls always come back with a smile.

It’s been a happy little set-up, not least of all for Pete. Until the day I got the phone call. “You guys have got it made,” he bellowed. “Those Aussie chicks are fantastic!” Well sure, says I, love to laugh, game for anything, go drink for drink with the best of ’em, and so on – when Pete broke in, “Yeah, that stuff, I guess … but I mean their attitude to sex. It’s incredible. They’re like guys! I’ve booked my flight . Be there for two weeks. I can’t wait!”

Riiiight…..like guys. Something told me this wasn’t going to be pretty.

You know what happened next. The easiest way to strike out with a woman is to let her know you think she’s a sure thing. Pete hit on everything in a skirt and everything in a skirt blew him off with a ferocity that was startling to witness. The poor bastard couldn’t even get anywhere with the sorts he’d met in New York. He was promptly unmasked as a “roil sloize” (and a bloody Yank what’s more) and went home totally crestfallen and more than a little bewildered.

What Pete didn’t know, of course, is that your Aussie girl on tour is an entirely different breed of pup from the domestic variety. I was first alerted to this phenomenon by my mother (for god’s sake) on the eve of an early trip of my own. With altogether too much mischief in her eye for my liking, she told me about the wonderful old tradition of Australian girls getting as far away from home as possible and going totally berserk. It took me a moment to realize that she was giving me advice: When you feeling a long way from home, go the Aussie chick. She understands you and your chances of a result are truly excellent (although that second part might have come from my old man). It was pretty nice. My mum was going to miss me but she trusted the sisterhood to make sure I’d be all right.

And she was right . I’ve spent a good chunk overseas and met some terrific women. But there’s nothing quite like the feeling you get being introduced to a travelling Aussie girl with the try-your -luck grin and that mischief in her eye.

I just don’t expect her to be quite so excited to see me back home.

What do you think? Are Aussie girls who travel different to those at home?


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