I choose Dublin on a whim, because it was cheap to fly to and, well, the Irish like to drink even more than I do, so it seemed logical. I liked the city instantly. Not for any reason I can put into words, but I did. After a few days, I was out of my comfort zone, and slowly learning how to deal. It takes a while to learn how to be. How to be quite, and how to be loud. But slowly I began to feel more myself that I'd ever felt before, and more aware of my self. Like I could see the future. And that the future was good.

So, I got comfortable drinking in pubs alone. Got comfortable with drinking Jameson on the rocks, because it was cheaper than Old Fashioneds. Got comfortable making five minute friends. And so I
wandered into the Sheeban. It was during the day, and the bartender and I hit it off instantly. She adopted me and introduced me to all her friends. It was two days later that I was sitting in a pub on St. George's street when he sat down next to me. And so, in the rare moments I am so intensely aware of what I want, I go after it with unabashed integrity. And so I went after it. With there being no option but, well, to succeed.

And he asked, "Do you always get what you want?" As he was walking me home. And I replied,
"Yes." ; "So be it." He said.

We had the most unassuming and easy, good conversation of my life. But then, nothing. Nothing
until I ran into him at Hogans. A couple days later. When he told me we would have coffee, and he kissed my cheek. And I went home drenched in a school girl crush. When I saw him at the Bartender's wedding later on that week, he alluded to all sorts of complications, and did his best to exude an air of distance. Something like hesitation.Something I can't explain. All this about
someone that I've only known for ten days.