Hello Karma

My best friend's girlfriend is canadian, living in British Columbia. He met her travelling. He's going to move over in a couple of month which sucks, of course. Gives me the opportunity to do some travelling myself though.
Anyway. She is sending me messages every once in a while. Trying to befriend me, which is nice, but also pretty akward. There is not too much we have to say to each other yet. She's always pointing out how happy she is to know me and what a grat person I am. I guess that is a very (north) american way to approach people. She definatley can't have a clue about my apparent greatness. I'm always a bit reluctant when someone who doesn't know me at all is so overwhelmingly affectionate. It just seems a little fake. Be friendly, of course. But wait till you know me a little before you declare a friendship if you want me to take you seriously. I can be quite the asshole, you should be aware of that, too.
When I was about 17 I was an excange student at an US High School. I lived in South Carolina among people that my sceptical teenage self did not quite understand. They offered a common kind of friendliness and ardor that, in the beginning, made me believe it was supereasy to make friends. But on second glance, after people I had met and that had been so overly nice to me, did not even seem to remeber my name or show any interest in anything other that that, it confused me totally. To figure how to pick the genuine from the fake was hard work for me. I did not very well fit in, since I'm usually notorious for being amicable at second glace. Or third or fourth. I know, it's not good to scare people away by being a cynical smartass. But I really do think it is better to reward people who give you another chance and surprise them in a positive way than to first appear to be a fuckin sweetheart and than turn out to be a mean bitch. I might probably appear to just defend my own bad manners here...