Here’s a good one, a few years back when I was single I joined POF (plenty of fish) I was just back from New York and my friend suggested it when I moved to Dublin. So I joined and was messaging a few different guys but then narrowed it down to 3 potentials, 2 of whom were quite nice, so we proceeded to exchange digits and went on dates.
It was coming up to St Patricks Day so they both had asked me what my plans were, and I said I was unsure. I ended up going out with the girls and one of the guys text saying “Hey if you’re out why not meet up”. So after a few drinks I agreed, had a few more drinks and a cheeky snog and he said he’d text me, which he did.
The following day the other guy messaged me asking did I go out. I said “Nah I didn’t bother”. He asked was I free this weekend. I said I was, but then he didn’t text again which was weird. So I asked was he ok? He replied straight away and said “Well not really, was out with my friends for a catch up over the weekend and I asked my brother if he had any women on the go. He said yes he met this really cool girl on St. Patricks Day etc. etc.” He asked for the name, and a photo – turns out they are BROTHERS!!
There’s 7 of them! I almost died!