I love my husband's accent!

[moondancer627 0]

I love my husband's Austrian accent. When he's not around I have to watch Arnold Swaznegger movies to get some of it...

[babybunny 2]

My husband has a little bit of a british accent..

[almaty 19]

my wife has a chechen accent

[Sharon 1]

I love Rick's hillbilly accent...lol. And it truly is one, trust me.

But then everyone here tells me that it's ME who has the accent of course! hahaha

Even after living here almost 3 years, I still get "Ooooh! You ain't from aroun' these har parts, is ya?" whenever someone hears me speak for the first time.

Can't help it - Girl from the Great White North...living in the South.

[meddykomp 0]

I love my husbands accent and how he says certain phonics totally differently. He likes to laugh at me when I speak what little I know in swedish.

[Peggy 1]

I love my hubby's southern accent

[j&js 0]

I love James's accent too! I get used to it most of the time, but then he'll say something with totally different pronunciation and I fall in love with it all over again. He said 'bloody hell' when we were at the bar with my friends the other night and they just loved it

[000OOO000 0]

Ok its all new now but once he is here a while and he gets on your nerves you will wish he would just shut the heck up

[Miranda&James 8]

I used to love his accent but now I've heard him talk so much he just sounds normal to me!

Other people still gush all the time though - although I think the waitress at dinner last night didn't like it because she said "You have an accent and it's messing me up!" She told us we were her first table ever though so I took pity on her

[irishgirl73 0]

Nothing beats an accent in addition to a hot man! I feel like I've got it all.

well said

I feel the same way....................now if I could only get him here-then I would have it all

[rclouse 0]

This thread totally reminds me of this from the Onion. Please excuse some of the language:

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European Men Are So Much More Romantic Than American Men

By Alyssa Lerner Junior, Boston University

I just got back from a semester abroad in Europe, and let me tell you, it truly

was the most magical, amazing experience of my entire life. The French

countryside was like something out of a storybook, the Roman ruins were

magnificent, and the men, well, European men are by far the most romantic in the

world.

You American men all think you're so suave and sophisticated. Well, think again!

European men make you look like the immature, inexperienced little children you

are. They really know how to make a woman feel special over there. Unlike the

so-called men here in the States, European men know how to treat a woman right.

For one thing, European men aren't afraid to come up and talk to you. And they

know how to start slow, with a nice cup of Italian espresso or a long walk on

some historic street. They know the places you can't find in any tourist guide.

They know the whole history of the cities in which they live...who the

fountains are named after, who the statues are.

I remember one unforgettable night in Athens, I sat and listened to a Greek

sailor for hours as he told me about the countless men who fought over Helen

back in ancient times. Afterward, he told me he loved his homeland even more now

that he'd seen it through my eyes. I ask you, would an American man ever say

something as deep and beautiful as that?

European men know the most romantic little cafés and bistros and trattorias,

candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most fantastic wine. They

tell you what's on the menu and what you should try. (If it wasn't for a certain

young man in Milan, I never would have discovered fusilli a spinaci et scampi.)

And the whole time, they're looking deep into your eyes, like you're the only

woman on the entire planet. What woman could resist a man like that? Then, after

a moonlit stroll along the waterfront and a kiss in the doorway of their

artist's loft, you find yourself unable to...well, I'll leave the rest to

your imagination.

I'll never forget my magical semester abroad. One thing's for sure...I'm

ruined for American men forever!

American Women Studying In Europe Are Unbelievably Easy

By Giovanni Di Salvi

I'm a 25-year-old carpenter living in Rome, and I don't mind telling you that I

get all the action I can handle. I'm not all that handsome or well-dressed, and

I'm certainly not rich. In fact, my Italian countrywomen could take me or leave

me. But that's just fine, because Rome gets loads of tourist traffic, and

American co-eds traveling through Europe are without a doubt the easiest lays in

the world.

Being European gives me a hell of an advantage. I'm not sure why, but there's

something about the accent that opens a lot of doors. All you have to do is go

up to them, act a little shy and say, "Whould hyou like to go with me,

Signorina, for a café?" I actually have to thicken up my accent a little, but

they never, ever catch on.

After a cheap coffee, which to them always tastes better than anything they've

ever had, because they're in Europe, it's time to walk them. Now, all they know

about Rome is what they've read in Let's Go, so you can pretty much just make up

a whole bunch of ######. It's fun to see how much they'll swallow: As long as I

refer to Italy as "my homeland" and other Italians as "my people," they'll

believe pretty much anything. I don't know who most of the local statues are, so

I tell the muffins they're all great artists and poets and lovers. Once, just

for the hell of it, I told a psychology major from the University of Maryland

that a public staircase was part of the Spanish Steps, which she'd never even

heard of. Another time, I told this blonde from Michigan State that the public

library was the Parthenon, and she cooed like I'd just given her a diamond.

For dinner, I usually take them to some cheap little hole in the wall, someplace

deserted where not even the cops eat. American girls think candlelight means

"romance," not "deteriorating public utilities," so they just poke their nipples

through their J. Crew sweaters and never notice that there's no electricity.

Just as well, because Roman restaurants aren't exactly the cleanest. After a

bunch of fast-talk about the menu, I get them the special, which is usually some

anonymous pasta with spinach and day-old shrimp, and whatever cheap, generic,

Pope's-blood chianti's at the bottom of the list.

By this time, they're usually standing in a slippery little puddle. Going in for

the kill, I walk them past one of Rome's famous 2,000-year-old open cesspools.

Then, as we open the door to my shitty efficiency, I kiss them on the eyelids so

they don't see the roaches, making sure the first thing they see is the

strategically positioned artist's easel I bought at some church sale. That's

usually all they need to see and, like clockwork, they fall backwards on my bed

with their Birkenstocks in the air.

I mean, they're hardly Italian women, but we have a saying here in Europe: Why

buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

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[UmmSqueakster 54]

My husband's accent makes him that much cuter

However, he complains about my Minnesota accent, and is constantly trying to correct the words I "mispronounce." He learned british english in school, so the Minne-so-tan pronounciations confuse the heck out of him. You didn't immigrate to the UK, you're in Minnesota now, get used to it!

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[PlatyPius 5]

Aye, I adore my sweetie's accent. We go back and forth all the time about who speaks "proper" English. She's one-up on me there, since England did invent the dayum language. Bloody Limeys.

Her accent is a somewhat Posh British accent, although she can do Cockney equally well, and also a passable Irish accent. Her "real" accent is a kind of British "country" accent. She refuses to let me hear it though...she's too embarassed. LOL She also does a very good "California Girl" accent, but can only do it for maybe 30 seconds before we BOTH want to puke. ROFL

[Dina 0]

I adore my hubby's German accent. I make fun of him for being incapable of pronouncing "th" (he uses "f" instead, as in"vill you come vif me?" hehehe) and consistently spelling life and safe with v's instead of f's. Oh, he also still hasn't gottent the hang of borrow vs. lend. Still, with (vif) all of that going on, his spelling and grammar are better than most Americans.

My husband's accent makes him that much cuter

However, he complains about my Minnesota accent, and is constantly trying to correct the words I "mispronounce." He learned british english in school, so the Minne-so-tan pronounciations confuse the heck out of him. You didn't immigrate to the UK, you're in Minnesota now, get used to it!

LOL that reminded me that my hubby is always giving me grief for prouncing "aunt" as "ant". And Larry, I AM a California girl. Like, I like totally resemble that like remark. OK?

[Vagina Journey 0]

My Fiancee and i had went to Dennys on his first visit to the states as soon as he opened his British Mouth to place his order the waitress went mad and said right in front of me...OMG your accent!! that was fine then she opened her mouth again and asked him right in front of me to talk dirty to her, he replies i cant do that out of respect to my lady, then she looks at me and says "Oh it must be wonderful to have him talk to you in bed" As I replied Yes it is ###### and you can forget about a tip!!