sundog

January 29, 2009

I have no self control.

Filed under: My Life — happychick @ 6.38p01

I am so bad.

I saw the Irishman again. I gave him my phone number. I couldn’t help myself. He was so charming and Irish.

I almost hope he doesn’t call. What the hell am I going to say? Thank God I’m leaving in 12 days. At least I can pull the “I’m sorry but I’m moving away” excuse.

Then again, if he does call. I get to hear that accent again. *drool

I don’t even know his name! I’m expecting something really Irish like “Seamus”, but no doubt I’ll be disapointed. Oh my God what if he’s like 30?

Mum’ll kill me if she finds out. I mentioned him in passing in the car, se was all “The Irishman who is waaay too old for you?”. No Mum, the other amazing Irishman who, for some reason, thinks I’m kinda cute. SLAP.

Sigh. It’s so hard being me.

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1 Comment »

  1. That’s right you are! Shame on you!

    Comment by Anonymous — September 18, 2010 @ 6.38p09


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