I meet Welsh man on the interwebs and we go on a few dates (pre-dating cleanse). I know from his profile that he is Welsh and it *might* be a *tiny* reason why I decide to go out with him. Not because I don't find him attractive... but his profile is sparse - I'm fairly certain he was banking on the fact women love foreign accents.
He's smart. He's ambitious (He mentions that he wants to be POTUS someday - I don't mention the *wee* requirement of being a natural-born citizen). He's very manly. All good things. He also says things that kill me like "I'll ring you tonight." Ring! He says "ring" instead of "call"! He says "I'll give you a text later" instead of "I'll text you later." And "isn't she called April?" instead of "isn't her name April?" Sigh.
On our second date we go to an Irish pub and he orders a guinness. I order a Bushmills on the rocks - good ol' Irish whiskey - and he immediately changes his order to a whiskey AND a guinness. Can't get out-manned by a girl!
He makes it undoubtedly clear what he wants from me.. and apparently from the other girls he's also seeing. How very European of him. At least he's honest about it. So I'm honest with him. "I don't see this happening," I say.
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DANG. That's some cojones there, Welsh man! "You don't want to date me... but how about a one-off ?" Ha. Makes perfect sense.
My friend, Padraig, called me out recently on the fact I've pretty much ended things with every potential guy by the third date. In some cases the reasons weren't particularly compelling. (However, in this case - regardless of aforementioned glorious accent - I made the right call) Padraig says that eventually I'm going to have to let someone in.
And that scares the shit out of me.
