Single Life

The Drunken American

January 29, 2020

So my first date, after being in a 3 yr relationship, was in Limerick. It was with an American lad I met on Tinder and I thought IDEAL, Americans have been dating for yonks and this was 2014 and the Irish hadn’t a notion. So went on the date and he’d been at a works do beforehand, drinking Jameson with the Irish and turned up so gone he never arrived.

He starts off by complimenting how well I speak English for an Irish person. He then goes on to talk about his college course and how he had a module that involved Cadavers in first year. Now I try to be chatty and the likes so when we’re talking at this stage I have my hands out and he goes on to explicitly say how much he enjoyed dissecting the arm.. so naturally I take my arms off the table :/ and told him I felt like I was in the start of an episode of Criminal Minds.

He then invites me back to his and all I can do is refuse and order him a pint of water

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