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I won't use his name, I'll just call him "Cheater in the two seater" being named after his character and his red Porsche. A charming man with the ability to make you feel that you are the only women in the room, and the most beautiful. Looking back, I understand that at one time we did have mutual feelings; we both admired him. After we broke up, I compared notes with other women and found that he had used the same lines on all of us. Were there really any true compliments out there with no agenda?
My girlfriends and I decided it was the perfect time to take that long talked about vacation. Not wanting to spend time mourning the wrong man, we headed to the plush green countryside of Ireland. Besides wanting to check out some of the Irish legends, I added the goal of finding one sincere compliment from an Irishman.
We booked ourselves at a cottage located on a working family farm called Fairymount, which was situated at the base of the most spectacular hill. The top of the hill was rumored by some of the Irish people to be inhabited by fairies. Being curious and open minded, we climbed the steep terrain in search of fairies, for certainly if they were to be found, it would have to be on Fairymount Hill. But alas, no fairies were found. Upon returning to the base of the hill, I asked the old farmer how many fairies he had seen over the years of living there, to which he replied, "I've seen as many fairies as I have leprechauns." Next he proclaimed, "‘Tis grand to have ye beauties here. Now where are me spectacles, I can't see a thing."
Next we headed to Casey's Pub. Having a very bad sense of direction, we soon found ourselves lost. There were two elderly Irishmen sitting in front of a grocery store smoking pipes. I told them we were trying to find Casey's Pub. One of the gentlemen stood and said, "Do ye see that road over there?" I looked in the direction he pointed. "Well don't take that," he said with a smile.
Casey's Pub was located on a quaint street in a town running a complete two blocks long. The smoke filled room was busy with patrons enjoying loud Irish music, Guinness and step dancing. It wasn't long before I noticed a tall, handsome Irishman studying me from the opposite end of the bar. I smiled as he walked over to greet me. Asking his name, he replied, "Patrick, me love." Then Patrick took my hand, looked me straight in the face and declared, "Oh, darlin, ye have the most beautiful dental work." Patrick smiled and it became quickly obvious why he appreciated my teeth. I had to laugh. Just then an elderly lady interrupted us. With her index finger pointed at me she scolded, "He lives with his mother and he's better off for it too." I decided it was time to move on. After all, my search was over.
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