Apparently the way to meet foreign men is to just go to the airport and offer them a lift to wherever they're going. It worked for a Washington Post columnist. So maybe I should just figure out when the next flight from London (or Edinburgh or Glasgow, if possible) lands, go to the airport, and offer a random English/Scottish guy a lift. We'll see how that pans out.
Current song in my head:
"My Sharona" by the Knack