Camden let out a sigh. Talking to a stranger about his love life was...honestly probably not something that he needed to spend a lot of time doing. It was a mess, but that was largely his own fault, and sometimes, he felt as though he may do better with Muggle women, because there was so much that he felt he couldn't say to witches, out of fear that they would be, well, crazy blood purists, and wind up killing him. Of course, he couldn't say that that was why he was always bad with women. He did far worse things when his own tongue got all mixed up than say that he was muggleborn, and it often ended badly because he was an idiot, and for no other reason.
The idea of waiting, though, felt like it had gone on long enough. He'd had encounters, of course, but never the kind of relationship that had real staying power, and of course, that was what he wanted - someone that he could fall madly in love with, someone that he could spend the rest of his life with, and it was hard to know how to make something like that happen. Sure, there were people that he liked, women that he liked, but getting them to like him, well, that was a challenge. And of course, he needed to stop coming on to strong, but it wasn't always so simple. It was easy to say the wrong thing, but it was far more difficult to say the right thing. "Yeah, and I mean, for the right girl, I'm more than willing to wait,"
he said with a grin. He just hoped, honestly, that he wasn't going to be spending the rest of his life waiting for something that might never actualy happen for him - but it wouldn't. He wasn't the worst guy ever, and once he got over his foot in mouth issues, well, he was pretty sure he'd meet someone and it would all work out.
He might have to wait, though, until this muggle born stuff got sorted out. that seemed to complicate everything. "They may have had some roots that are the same, but no, football - REAL football, is the superior game,"
he said with a grin. If nothing else, this was fun for him, and while they were going to remain at an impasse, it might just be better to agree to disagree, and get it over with. "And they're not twigs! They don't get carried off the field all that often - happens in your beloved american football just as much, I just...don't see the point of giant men hurling themselves at each other?"
He tilted his head to the side. "I mean, hey, if that's your thing, it's your thing,"
he said with a smile. "We may just have to accept that we aren't going to come to agreement on this one."
Hey, once a fan, always a fan, and any true fan of anything wouldn't gave so easily. He certainly wouldn't, and good lord, he wouldn't expect anyone else too. "What else do you enjoy?"
he asked. "Other than cooking, and inferior sporting events?"
He was curious, honestly, as to what sorts of things were done for fun in America. He'd never been - aside from traveling around for Quidditch games, Camden didn't really travel much at all. He hadn't been bitten by the travel bug, and while he was happy to hear about other people's adventures in various places, he tended to prefer to stay right where he was, when he could get to his own bed every night. There was just something comfortable about staying put. IT may not have been brave or interesting, but it was comfortable, and Camden didn't think that there was anything wrong with comfortable.
He may have been a bit boring, but he certainly wasn't bored. @ELIAS LANDRY