One reason for the delay? I took a month-long trip to Ireland. By myself. After my break up I had a strange desire to go to Ireland. I can’t tell you why. Wait, that’s a lie. What’s better to heal the heart than gorgeous, strapping men with delicious accents? I thought to myself “It’ll be like P.S. I Love You without all the death.”
I didn’t
have it planned really… I knew vaguely some of the places I wanted to visit but
I purposely left it open-ended so I could have the freedom to roam. My first
week there was spent on a bike. As in, I rented a bicycle from a company and they
gave me some maps and basically said “good luck!” There were two other crazy
people doing the same thing as me but I had no idea who they were. What if they
didn’t want to hang with me? What if they were old and boring? Worse still,
what if they were newlyweds and would send daggers through my heart with their
nuptial bliss?
Sometimes
the universe helps you out. Kat and Jackie are two of the most interesting, incredible,
compassionate and fun people I’ve ever met. They’ve been married for 14 years and yes,
they’re lesbians. Although to be fair, with bike clothes on – and me wearing a
bandana most of the time – it was tough to tell which one was not like the
others.
It’s exactly what I needed… to be around a couple who are truly meant
to be together. I felt overwhelmed with gratitude to NOT have married the wrong
person. Kat told me I needed to find my “Jackie” – someone that complements
your areas of strengths and weaknesses. Unless she was insinuating I start
dating women. Hmmm... I’m not *quite* there yet.
Okay, all of
this soul-searching is nice and all. But what about the Irish men?! Ha. You
just want the dirty details. I get it. Here we go:
Number of make
outs: 7
Number of
times I was proposed to: 4
Number of
pints of Guinness consumed: 104
Number of
nights singing and playing guitar: 16
Number of pictures of puffins: HUNDREDS
Number of hearts broken: too many to count
Number of hearts healed: 1
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