I love reading things I've typed n iPad or iPhone because they sound like I don't speak English as a first language... The auto correct s wonderful
Yesterday I spent my time in Kilkenny a small town (though out side of Dublin and Belfast they are all small). Kilkenny was historically a very important medieval town with a vastly And lots of abbeys and cathedrals and whatnot. I hung out with a bunch of Spanish speakers and had a good night out. I have been spoiled on this trip now... A bunch of nice cats to hang with, and I am up to my third crush already... Spoiled. I wrote a poem about this last one, or rather about the feeling having a crush when you are supposed to be interested in a country. It's over on the poetry blog if you're interested.
But since that blog is mostly poems... I kind of wanted to write down some funny things about the lady... Just because she keeps coming t mind. And no I don't think. Will ever hear from her again, and no I don't really know if she was interested in me, but she did seem to have those light up eyes.
So lets start there. Light up blue eyes, the kind that melt you, the kind that have too much power, and their absence makes you yearn, and their presence makes you weak-willed to do anything else but stare. Blonde hair, weird because I don't usually like blondes, but I suppose the cute ones can be exceptions. Small, too small really, she looked fragile, sometimes a little awkward, which was cute. Especially when she danced or stretched... She looked awkward and cute, like she knew that it didn't look right, but enjoyed being funny. Funny, she was ridiculously funny, in both a nice and a weird way, and that made me like her more. At one point when we touring blarney castle she made a joke about pushing me down the stairs and then proceeded to carry that joke, all the little ways she would kill me all the rest of the day. On a similar note, she thought it was funny that I ate a lot of candy and after I taught her how to make balloon animals she accused me of trying to get children into my van, her and her friends then made jokes about my pet rabbit. Caring, When she asked questions, when you were saying something important she listened deeply, asked questions, showed she was interested. Fun, she liked the same music and liked to dance. Good friends, had a lot of fun together. Very affectionate, both with me and her friends, if I hadn't been from Minnesota I would have made a move. But I am too shy... She was so touchy in a friendly way, like I had known her for years. A history teacher. Though we didn't talk about that much.
Her and her friends were from an area of Germany where people are very cold, stern, Minnesotan... But within a few ours of hanging out I realized they were All very warm, fun, happy... I thoug t was sad the other people on the tour didn't see that side f them much... I guess there were language barriers that some people weren't willing t adapt to. I can't imagine translating that much in loud places when you are drunk.
For perspectives sake, I don't know this woman at all, she doesn't like long hair on men, I'm pretty sure she thought I was incredibly weird, she smokes, and drinks a lot. She has an allergy to fructose, s she cant eat candy. She is determined to kill me. I don't have her contact details and I actually don't even really know her name... I called her what it sounded like her friends called her. I'm pretty sure her real name was karina... But wh knows.
Anyway the other crushes were a German in Manchester who was too young, and a tour guide in Dublin who was in a relationship.
But I'd love if this continued. Maybe I can meet a Galway girl with black hair and blue eyes.
The thing with the German was that it felt like chemistry, where as the others didn't have time to pan out to anything at all. The tour guide was a rockstar crush, the other one was just a cute pretty girl.
This one was real conversation, too many smiles and prolonged eye contact.
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