Disappearing Irish

This story begins and ends in Ireland. Yes, the country, Ireland. It was my summer break from school. I decided to go where I’ve always wanted to go, Ireland. I bought a tour group ticket, a plane ticket and left on a plane for Dublin, all in less than a month. I’m not going to lie, in the back of my mind, I thought about how it would be nice to meet a handsome Irish man, fall in love, and never come back. Yes, just like the movie, P.S. I Love You.

Once I landed, I began my search. Just kidding! I found coffee and breakfast first. Then I met up with my ride and some of the tour group, and we went to our hotel. Dublin is absolutely beautiful and there are a lot of pubs to meet nice Irish men, however, my luck was not with me in Dublin. I did meet a cute Irish bartender the second night, but nothing happened other than my embarrassing try at flirting. Once I got the courage, I went up to him and told him I thought he was cute and asked for a picture with him. He asked what I did back in the US. I told him I was a teacher. He flirted back with me saying that he is a good pupil. I tried to continue flirting by telling him I could teach him. (Yeah, I know, not a very thoughtful response at all.) Luckily, at that point my friends pulled me away to save me from embarrassing myself any further.

Forward to my 5th night in Ireland, and I finally got a little lucky. Our castle hotel had this really cool pub just down the road. I did not expect to meet a guy because we were in a small city. But I did, and it was a hot Irish man. It was one of those moments where you see this guy and you can’t help but look and smile. He had nice teeth, a great smile, was tall, and had muscles. He was Gorgeous! When he came over, I was happily surprised. I was a little awkward at first, but a couple of my friends helped me out this time. He bought me a beer and we talked for a while. We talked about our families, what we both do, and things we enjoy. He was a nice guy and I could tell he loved his family (that’s always a plus in my book). He didn’t smoke and he made me laugh; I was definitely attracted to him. I was having a good night. (I was totally checking things off on my list.) Then all of a sudden, the pub was closing. What to do, what to do? Our hotel had a bar, so my friends and I invited him and his buddies to the hotel bar. I had to keep this night going…but they wanted to go to a club somewhere else. (He had promised me a dance, but I was not comfortable going to a club with them alone.) As I was trying to convince them to come with us, Irish hottie got a phone call. He walked away to talk and then he was gone. Just like that. He disappeared. No number, no dance, no kiss. A memory and a really cute picture were all he left me with.

Did I find a guy, fall in love, and move to Ireland? No. But, I did have a pretty amazing night with a really gorgeous Irish man. I’m not going to lie, I still wish he hadn’t disappeared. But, sometimes the disappearing guys and never happened moments make the best memories.

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