update
The best week of my life ended today.
On Friday the 17th of June, about 17.30 I got a message on my Yahoo messenger program (I run many such programs). Twas from a young lady visiting Ireland from the US. She was going to be here for about a week, and didn't really know her group all that well. Her name is Jen.
Clearly, she sounded like she wanted some company, so I offered. She asked for a pic, got it, and accepted the invitation.
We met at the Spike (In Dublin, there is a large spike. Several hundred feet high. We call it "The Spike". We're a simple people.....) at roughly 19.00. She wasn't too sure what she wanted to do, but since she was on a tour of cultural stuff, I figured something related was in order.
Took her for food in Zaytoon (persion restaurant, very nice food), then I brought her to the Brazen Head, oldest bar in Ireland (thanks Fergal. I couldn't even remember what it was called, nevermind what it was til I called him :P). Claims to be established in 1198. Looks like a tourist trap on the outside, is a fantastic bar on the inside. :)
Then, assuming there would be many peoeple, we went to Fibbers. It was empty. Darn.....
After some chatting, a foot rub, and much cuddling, we acquired a room in the Acadamy Hotel. [this would be the Dilbert Reference]
Saturday, her Curfew is 8am, breakfast time. Later that day I find out that while her curfew is officially 8am, not letting anyone know she wasn't coming home that night. She got in trouble. Oopsie. :P
That evening, wishing to show her off, I sent word 'round to people to see if they were going to be in Fibbers that night. No, WWE was on. (poo to WWE)....
Shortly thereafter, I got a call from Gary saying that Fibbers might be a good idea, and he'd try to steer people that direction. He didn't yet know about woman.
Until about 2am, many friends (and miscellaneous gamers) showed up. They all seemed to get on grand, so it was all good. Only moment of panic was when I returned from the loo, and saw her sitting talking to Sarah.... Talking to one of my friends unsupervised???? That couldn't be a good thing.... :P
Sunday, I didn't meet up with her. I wanted a break for a day, and see how I felt about her, and vice versa. I missed her. :)
Monday, we met up, and wandered Temple Bar, and Stephen's green. Had dinner in a Mexican restaurant on George's St (good food, crappy service).
Tuesday, went searching for a Geocache in Stephen's Green. We failed to find it before we were kicked out, so retired to Eamon Doran's (pub) for a while.
Wednesday, finished searching for the Geocache, in Stephen's Green, and just failed to find it. Sat on the grass and cuddled for an hour or two. Went to Knightsbridge (pub). I have to say, normally I really don't give a damn about watching Irish Dancing, but it affected me a lot this evening. They did the cliché Riverdance, but they did it well. The band (seperate to the dancing) were damn good, singing many Irish-pub-songs.
We then waited by my busstop for the 49 to arrive, and cuddled. I said goodbye, and we parted. I'm pretty sure I'll never see her again.
Why am I posting all this? Because I want to take every radio station on the planet and scream at a million decibels that there are women out there who are attracted to me, as much as the ones I've dated would like to convince me otherwise. A big eardrum-shattering, building-collapsing F*CK YOU to them.
I'm feeling fairly sad right now. I know I'm going to miss her a lot over the next few days. The time I'll be spending in Derby is going to be a bit rough, I think.
Don't misunderstand: I regret nothing!!! :D
In a few months this will be a collection of happy memories.
As of right this second, she has done more for my self-esteem than anything else in my life. Hell, I started singing mid-fight at training on Sunday, just because. :)
This has been the best week of my life. It's over.
I look forward to the next. :)
On Friday the 17th of June, about 17.30 I got a message on my Yahoo messenger program (I run many such programs). Twas from a young lady visiting Ireland from the US. She was going to be here for about a week, and didn't really know her group all that well. Her name is Jen.
Clearly, she sounded like she wanted some company, so I offered. She asked for a pic, got it, and accepted the invitation.
We met at the Spike (In Dublin, there is a large spike. Several hundred feet high. We call it "The Spike". We're a simple people.....) at roughly 19.00. She wasn't too sure what she wanted to do, but since she was on a tour of cultural stuff, I figured something related was in order.
Took her for food in Zaytoon (persion restaurant, very nice food), then I brought her to the Brazen Head, oldest bar in Ireland (thanks Fergal. I couldn't even remember what it was called, nevermind what it was til I called him :P). Claims to be established in 1198. Looks like a tourist trap on the outside, is a fantastic bar on the inside. :)
Then, assuming there would be many peoeple, we went to Fibbers. It was empty. Darn.....
After some chatting, a foot rub, and much cuddling, we acquired a room in the Acadamy Hotel. [this would be the Dilbert Reference]
Saturday, her Curfew is 8am, breakfast time. Later that day I find out that while her curfew is officially 8am, not letting anyone know she wasn't coming home that night. She got in trouble. Oopsie. :P
That evening, wishing to show her off, I sent word 'round to people to see if they were going to be in Fibbers that night. No, WWE was on. (poo to WWE)....
Shortly thereafter, I got a call from Gary saying that Fibbers might be a good idea, and he'd try to steer people that direction. He didn't yet know about woman.
Until about 2am, many friends (and miscellaneous gamers) showed up. They all seemed to get on grand, so it was all good. Only moment of panic was when I returned from the loo, and saw her sitting talking to Sarah.... Talking to one of my friends unsupervised???? That couldn't be a good thing.... :P
Sunday, I didn't meet up with her. I wanted a break for a day, and see how I felt about her, and vice versa. I missed her. :)
Monday, we met up, and wandered Temple Bar, and Stephen's green. Had dinner in a Mexican restaurant on George's St (good food, crappy service).
Tuesday, went searching for a Geocache in Stephen's Green. We failed to find it before we were kicked out, so retired to Eamon Doran's (pub) for a while.
Wednesday, finished searching for the Geocache, in Stephen's Green, and just failed to find it. Sat on the grass and cuddled for an hour or two. Went to Knightsbridge (pub). I have to say, normally I really don't give a damn about watching Irish Dancing, but it affected me a lot this evening. They did the cliché Riverdance, but they did it well. The band (seperate to the dancing) were damn good, singing many Irish-pub-songs.
We then waited by my busstop for the 49 to arrive, and cuddled. I said goodbye, and we parted. I'm pretty sure I'll never see her again.
Why am I posting all this? Because I want to take every radio station on the planet and scream at a million decibels that there are women out there who are attracted to me, as much as the ones I've dated would like to convince me otherwise. A big eardrum-shattering, building-collapsing F*CK YOU to them.
I'm feeling fairly sad right now. I know I'm going to miss her a lot over the next few days. The time I'll be spending in Derby is going to be a bit rough, I think.
Don't misunderstand: I regret nothing!!! :D
In a few months this will be a collection of happy memories.
As of right this second, she has done more for my self-esteem than anything else in my life. Hell, I started singing mid-fight at training on Sunday, just because. :)
This has been the best week of my life. It's over.
I look forward to the next. :)