There MUST be something wrong with me.

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While I was in Dublin I had the chance to see many wonderful things...

I saw St Stephens Green, Merrion Square, Pheonix Park, O'connell Street, Trinity College, The National Museum, The National Library, The offices of the Taoiseach and many other things. But, the thing that I most liked about Dublin was in the eyes of a barmaid named Kate.

Is it right that I find myself wondering how she is?

Answers to the usual address...

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Divemaster GranDad said…
There are many fine features in Dublin, not least of which are the women. Well, not so much the Irish women, though their accent would melt stainless steel, but the continental women are stunning and would melt even the hardest Edinburgh rock...

Remember the old song? "In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty..."? Oh ok, it's Molly Malone, an Irish lass, but the song is still applicable...
7:34 am
jenny said…
Having spent a wee afternoon in your company yesterday it did seem as though you were a bit taken with the lovely Kate.

The smile on your face as you spoke of her, the glazed expression in your eyes (oh wait a minute that'll be the painkillers I gave you!...how is the shoulder by the way?). I'm despairing of you though that you didn't make more of the opportunity! You liked her...so you need to tell her so, better to have said it and possibly been knocked back that to be sitting here wondering now "what if"...how many times do I need to tell you that????

There's till time though my boy...you know where she is and you know where she works...

If you don't fancy going down that road then give it a few months till you've finalised your unemployment issues and head out into the world...I imagine Dublin would be a nice place to pull pints!
1:11 pm
Ross Douglas said…
Hola Jenny,
The shoulder is still as sore as it was. But the painkillers are helping.

Inre; The Kate thing...

Believe it or not (And you probably will believe it because you know what I'm like...) I was giving serious consideration to booking a flight back to Dublin ASAP purely to take the chance I should have taken the first time around.

Sure it'd cost me £120 that I really don't have to begin with but... At least I would KNOW. One way or the other.
2:18 pm
Divemaster GranDad said…
Well, what are you waiting for? To quote an advertisement for product claimed to be created in oriental sweathouses....

"Just Do It!!"
3:02 pm
Ross Douglas said…
Steve-O,
Don't go saying things like that. I've just lost my job and have very little cashola as it is without having to splash out £120on a flight over to Dublin to scare the shit out of a poor woman.

Imagine how she'd react... Some guy who talked to her while sat at a bar for a few hours turns up a week after flying home suddenly re-appears and when she asks what I'm in Dublin for I say "I came to ask you if you'd go out with me."

How much like a stalker do you want me to look?
8:20 pm
Divemaster GranDad said…
Or you could get an el-Cheapo Ryan Air flight over...a whole lot less than 120 quid.

But just imagine how she'd react if you went over and said "I only met you last week, but I had to come all the way back from Edinburgh to tell you I can't stop thinking about you, seeing as you didn't give me your number." ? Score 10 points for Ross.

Apart form the possibility of falling down rolling on the floor in hysterical laughter, she might just say "That's so romantic. Let's talk." Score 10 points for Ross.

Or you could take her to an internet cafe, show her your blog and what you put on it for her. Score 10 points for Ross...
7:39 am
Wreckless Euroafrican said…
And if need be, between me and Steve , I am sure we can make some contribution towards that airplane ticket. For real. Just let us know. I will consider it as a small token of appreciation for your valued contribution to my understanding of how life works, and a thank you for all the pleasures you bring. She's worht it if she made this much of an impact to you. Go get her. You can only score ore points on the way.
We believe in you. Why not believe in your self.
Come on man.

Salagatle!
9:34 am
Ross Douglas said…
Steve-O,
The £120 was a cheapo Ryanair flight.
I did give some thought to doing just that, turning up at her work and telling her that I was thinking about her but the higher possibility (to me anyhoo) was the falling about laughing senario.
As for showing her the blog... She's seen it. I got an email from her last night. So there is hope yet.
2:04 pm
Ross Douglas said…
Wreckless,
Thanks fot the offer man, it's nice to know that I have contributed to your knowledge on how life works. Though how I managed that by writing what I write is beyond me. Are you smoking that zulu grass again?
2:07 pm
jenny said…
"I only met you last week, but I had to come all the way back from Edinburgh to tell you I can't stop thinking about you, seeing as you didn't give me your number."

Now that is romantic,... Steven could you please stop as I am very close to falling in love with you!!! God your good..Ross take notes from him and you've cracked it!
2:41 pm
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