The southern gentleman

My first night out in Airlie Beach was with a Dutch girl from my new dorm room. (Not the tomato picking Dutch girl this is a different one, I'll call her Dutch girl number 2)

We were in the hostel bar drinking wine when a bloke tried to get chatting to number 2.
"So where are you from?"
"Holland"
"Oh yeah! Is your friend Irish to?"
"Not Ireland, Holland !"

We giggled, but let him off because it was loud in there. We did the usual traveler FAQ "Where are you from? How long have you been in Australia? How long are you going to stay? Where are you going next?" and it turned out that Gentleman is a mining engineer from Kentucky on a contract with an Australian mine.

We spent a good deal of time talking politics and discussing the cultural stereotype of Americans abroad. Gentleman was very keen to point out that the U.S has distinct cultural differences between it's regions especially when it comes to people from The South and the rest of the population. "You'll never meet more friendly, polite, well mannered people than you'll meet in The South." And he proceeded to demonstrate this by refusing to let us spend a single cent all night.

Gentleman bought us some drinks before we moved on to another bar where I tried to buy a round, but he absolutely refused to let me and continued to buy rounds for the rest of the night with (it seemed) no motive other than continuing our conversation and being the epitome of the southern gent.

Number 2 and I felt bad about him spending so much money when he definitely wasn't going to be getting any from either of us at the end of the night, but he kept insisting, and we are on a tight budget. . .