It was a pretty standard night out before Christmas, town smelt of burnt steak and desperate women; Keoghs was full of drunk men - none good looking, Cafe was full of drunk men - none Irish and the Horseshoe was full of drunk men - none single, although a few seemed to think they were.
I was about to give up my explorations when Lady M convinced me to have one for the road in ‘Samsara’. Not one of my favourite places as no matter where you stand you are in a walk way, so the whole pub becomes human bumping cars. Alcohol is ordered on the ability to drink without spilling. Just as well Cosmopolitans are now passe. On my way back from the bar having successfully swerved most people I crashed into a rather large lad…
Although my drink remained intact his didn’t and it rained down on top my recently blow dryed hair. Before I had a chance to engage Rant Drive – Warp Speed, he pulled off his top and started drying me off. Hard to say which I was more shocked by, his response or his biceps. He wasn’t overly good looking, but by God was he built and not in a manufactured gym way.
I eventually managed to convince him that I was fine and he could reclaim his shirt. Not like me to encourage a man to put on clothes but women people were starting to drool stare. Bicep Boy insisted on buying me a drink, but as I could feel my hair starting to frizz and Lady M was waiting we settled on another time and swapped numbers – result. Turns out he is a carpenter, hence the arms, and as I met him before Christmas it seems logical to call him Joseph.
Shortly after I left the pub, thinking that was the end of my excitement for the night, but as is often the case I was wrong. Another surprise was waiting for me at home………….
- boyfriends , dating , life
Assuming you are very drunk, in a dark room and squinting - a lot. Email me on Irishflirtysomething at hotmail.com
January 4th, 2008 at 12:30 pm
Nah, you have got to be kidding me. What has happened to Irish men since I left the country? Toned and willingly stripping in crowded bars? I’m flabbergasted.
January 4th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
you have to continue. i’m sitting in an dreary office in roscommon, slowly freezing to death, i need something to stop me slipping into hypothermia . . . please tell us what happened next (you can get over the face, long term a good body is much more useful hehe).
January 4th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
Red - believe me it is not normal behaviour - Christmas Spirit perhaps?
Towny - he’s not ugly just not stop in your tracks good looking.
January 4th, 2008 at 1:32 pm
better again flirty hehe!
January 4th, 2008 at 1:58 pm
“Just as well Cosmopolitans are now passe…”
Hooray, death to the cosmo. Moscow Mules all the way. They’re served in MUGS, y’know.
January 4th, 2008 at 2:15 pm
c’mon flirty the suspense is killin me here…want to know want to know hurry up!!! (junmping up & down in a childlike tantrum there!)
January 4th, 2008 at 2:28 pm
I met some of the drunk Irish men in Keoghs, some of the drunk non-Irish men in Cafe en Seine and would be scared s***less of anything in Horseshoe.
Joseph sounds too good to be true but in my experience chiselled tradesmen move around a lot and often have more than one project going at a time. Men who are good with their tools are in huge demand!
Please please please tell us was Dr McRide waiting for you at home wearing nothing but holly, mistletoe and a loaded gun?
January 4th, 2008 at 3:37 pm
heheh you’re such a dreadful tease
January 4th, 2008 at 3:55 pm
Annie - go Mules, on my list for this weekend, mug optional
Kelly - I may have oversold the excitement of this - again
Epona - as per usual your imagination is better than my reality - lol
Con - that’s what all the boys say
January 4th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
Lucky you. A spilled drink from someone so delicious. In my experience, the drink-spillers are usually wizened old men or spotty youths. Hope the rest of him is as hot as the biceps.
January 4th, 2008 at 6:57 pm
Beaten to it but worth saying again - Complete & utter tease is all you are
January 4th, 2008 at 8:07 pm
OOH that’s the most romantic story I’ve ever heard. (Muscles AND booze!!!) Know what you mean about Samsara though, it’s the pits.
January 6th, 2008 at 2:23 am
“he pulled off his top and started drying me off”
I dream of the day when I could do that without it being met with screams and cry’s of anguish….
January 6th, 2008 at 10:45 pm
You meet hot boys with biceps who do chivalrous gestures?
You should work for the Irish tourist board.
January 7th, 2008 at 6:03 pm
Here’s to more blogging in 2008. Congratulations on your first year.
Big love,
Byron x
January 7th, 2008 at 9:33 pm
I just nominated you for “Best Blog” at the IBA, Flirty. You have to give reasons this year, so I said something like, “Fun and, unlike most other prolific Irish blogs, light-hearted. Flirty is a breath of fresh air.” If you ever need me to write a review for a crap ladies’ magazine, I’m your woman.
January 8th, 2008 at 10:55 am
Nick - progress is good!
Red - harsh
Yvonne - still getting over the shock
Man - sure that’s not true
LG - trust me it is a total freak happening
Byron - hey good looking, thanks for reading !
Annie - thanks so much, you are so good, you are far too talented for ladies mags!